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[Story Name] Fertile Valley
[Author] Jim Davis
[Type] More/other family

It seemed like a lifetime had passed since I first started as a research associate in genetics at the Mellon Institute. My wife and I had started a family when I was still in grad school. We went at it. And went at it some more. 12 years and 8 kids later, we were on our way to my first federally funded research project. It was the big time. Making history, uncovering the mysteries of life itself, and above all for guys like me - getting published.

I laughed at the irony of it all. Being sent to the far reaches of Appalachia was not exactly the dream assignment I had expected for all my work. But of all places-Fertile Valley. It really was priceless. My wife didn't share my amusement. Peggy already had her fun with bringing our kids into the world and now, to quote her: "a fertile valley is the last fuckin' place I wanna go." She was a freshman when we met-not quite 18, and a student in my biology class-part of my dues in the work study program for my graduate degree.

Peggy was stunning- beautiful blue eyes, long blonde hair, legs for miles and a perfectly plump round butt that made her an ass man's dream. She drove me to the brink of insanity as she wiggled her butt for me day after day-she was POURED into her jeans. I knew she had 'designs' on me - the youngest of the crop of instructors at the U of I - just by the way she looked at me. Not a 'come hither' look - more like an "I wanna fuck your eyeballs out" look. I had checked out her age on her admissions papers. Hey - you can't be too careful. On her 18th birthday, I asked her out for pizza. The rest, as they say, is history.

Peggy devoured me in bed. She stayed on top riding my dick up and down so fast she got blurry for a minute. We both started to twitch and just as I was about to cum, she leaned over, held me real close and whispered in my ear ".....oh Bill......I want....I want you to......I want you to cum in me.....oh.....I want you to cum in me and get me preg.....I want you to come in me and get me PREGNANT." She was moving so fast, she had to gasp with each little utterance, and then it happened—I exploded inside her with a force I never felt before or since - I came like a fire hose and the girl milked every last drop out of my spurting cock.

I think we both knew right then we'd made a baby—well we had actually made two babies. Girls Julie and Jenny. Adam came a year later. Diedra and Debbie were conceived the next year like Julie and Jenny - after one of Peggy's teasing sessions. Peter came along right on the heels of the 2nd set of twins, and we got drunk one weekend and produced another set - Melissa and Meagan barely a year later. "Preggy Peggy" as her friends called her was the mother of eight by her 23rd birthday. She decided 8 was enough and went on the pill, made me wear rubbers, and practiced the old "rhythm" method-all at the same time. I guess I couldn't blame her - we began to think she could get knocked up with a hard look.

So there we were. All of us - stuffed into the biggest shuttle-van that Mellon had available. The kids were all punching on each other and Peggy had to pee. Our directions said another 5 miles or so and there wasn't a bathroom in sight, so we kept trucking. Off to the left a beautiful valley came into view - rusty roofed barns, a few cows here and there, a little creek running through the bottom-even the kids thought it was pretty. We go down the hill, around a bend and the kids say, "what's that?" - a series of big billboards off in the distance seems oddly placed in such a picture perfect little scene. We could barely make out the message but it was blazoned across the middle of the white background in bright red: "AND THE LORD SAYETH...."

"Oh shit," I muttered. I'd heard about all the religious fanatics in this part of the country and I wondered what this was all about. Next billboard: "BE FRUITFUL...... MULTIPLY." Peggy was looking really nervous by this point, and the kids were totally confused. "What next?" I thought, and here it came around the next curve: "OBEY THE LORD...." More curious than ever, I couldn't wait for the final billboard, and here it was at the foot of the hill. In curved script off to the left "Welcome to Fertile Valley!" As our eyes moved to the right of the billboard, I just had to catch the reaction of my family to this. We pulled off to the side of the road and gawked at it. I saw everybody's jaw drop.

There, in full living color, was a 20 foot tall photograph of a pretty little girl. A very pretty little girl about 11 or 12 years old in pig tails and a cotton print dress that buttoned up the front - a pretty girl just the age of one of my own. The similarity ended there. This little girl was pregnant. This little girl,...in a photo 5 times larger than life,.... was VERY pregnant. Her little print dress was far too small to fit around the expanse of her swollen belly, so the middle three buttons were undone allowing her naked pregnant middle to protrude out into the open. The child's belly button was enormous and sticking out for all the world to see. That, and half her tummy-a tummy that appeared to be at full term with twins (I recognized the size and shape).

To emphasize her condition, her belly stuck out far past the edge of the billboard in "cut out" fashion. The child was simply enormous,... and I sat there hypnotized... just staring at her image. All of a sudden Peggy punches me in the arm.

"Hey, how 'bout putting your eyes back in your head....you pervert." I had to shake my head for a minute and come to my senses. I had never thought of myself as having any strange yen for underage girls-after all, I have kids of my own that age...and I would kill the SOB that ever tried......but the image of that little girl was there-burned into my memory....as vivid as the first day I saw........HER.


Part 2

I was thankful, that first day in the valley, that our youngest kids were in the back of the van - amusing themselves with gameboys and some coloring books. A 'talk' on the facts of life was not in me at that point. Melissa and Meagan were 8 at the time, and more curious by the day. We had hoped they would have another couple years of complete innocence, but we knew there would be plenty of questions, and a little of that innocence lost with each answer. At least we could put it off for a while. Or so we thought.

Jenny, Julie and Adam stared in a daze at the enormous pregnant child on the billboard. She stared back at us all with a "very proud of herself" kind of grin. The photographer must have been quite a coach. We were all speechless until Peggy reminded me, not too sweetly, that her bladder would give way if I didn't 'get my ass in gear and find her a bathroom'. Then I noticed a faint smile cross her face as she stared at my crotch. She looked me in the eye and flashed me a knowing grin. There was an erection throbbing in my pants that I became aware of at just that moment. Peggy had been aware of it a little sooner. She was always aware of an erection. Anywhere in her vicinity. My mind was not connected to this event at all-it was a pure animal reaction and I was losing control of it.

All I could do was stare at the swollen pregnant profile of this child whose breasts were impossibly huge. This barefoot child who's little dress was not quite able to contain her abundance. It was no secret to Peggy that the very pregnant female form was a source of excitement for me, and she had used that knowledge to stimulate me on a regular basis for years. Even after she had called it quits on having babies, she would often point out enormously pregnant women wherever we went. In her own subtle way, she'd nudge me in the side, glance in their direction and then flash that knowing grin at me. She would mention the 'sighting' later in bed and watch me grow the biggest hard-on she could fit inside her.

Peggy could always push all the right buttons and she had found a new one. She reminded me again that she needed to pee, which brought me back to earth. There was a little country store about a half mile down the road, right at the edge of town. We had arrived- Hudson and Son Dry Goods-since 1894. It was the kind of old store with rocking chairs on a big wooden porch and old metal signs hammered all over the weathered boards. It looked a hundred years old. So did the proprietor. He was friendly though, and showed Peggy and the kids the way to the back. The creaky old floors reminded me of my childhood days at the old store in my Mom's little hometown. I felt very warm and secure all of a sudden-this had the quality of home almost. Yet there was something very different going on here. Different and strange.

Fertile Valley had drawn the attention of the federal government for a good reason - the welfare payments and food stamp allotments to this district were swelling - at an astonishing rate. Right along with the population. This trend started over 10 years ago, and I had been sent here to help determine what was responsible for the abnormal explosion. Their instinct was that it had to have at least SOME genetic explanation, and hence, my selection to assist in solving the mystery. It was a 2-year assignment, and I was one of 5 specialists to be stationed here-the government spares no expense in trying to save money.

As I was looking through the old store, a young man in came in, followed by a girl in her early teens, two smaller girls who looked Debbie and Diedre's age then (one 10, the other maybe 11), and a boy around 12 or so. Even though they appeared to be poor, clad in worn clothing and barefoot, they were strikingly attractive. Their light brown hair and beautifully tanned skin was evidence they spent a good deal of time outside in the sunshine. Their facial features were remarkably alike. Almost like clones - but of a different gender and age. If I thought something was strange before, these people confirmed my suspicions. There was indeed something very different going on here, and this family was doing its part to help the population growth. All 3 of the girls were visibly pregnant, at different stages.

Peggy came back from the bathroom and gasped when she saw the youngest one, who was also the furthest along in her pregnancy. She leaned toward me and whispered "My GOD Bill, that kid's no older than Debbie, and look at her,..... She's..........she's HUGE. Look how pregnant she is!! What's going on here?" Peggy was right. The kid she referred to was barely 4 feet tall, and her belly was so big she had trouble standing up without help. She had an extra large t-shirt stretched so tight across her middle, her belly button stuck out like a huge nipple against the thin fabric. The poor kid looked like she would explode out of the threadbare shirt at any second. As she moved about, she had to steady herself on the tables to keep from falling over.

Just then, the old storeowner made a comment to the younger man, "Lordy Jeb, them young-uns o' yours shore have growed. Looks like yer youngest is fixin' to bust outta her clothes."

"Yep," he replied, "Our little Callie is gettin big huh? Still got a couple months to go. She done good for the Lord. An' my oldest, Jesse here, ain't gonna be far behind her now. Elsie done just got knocked up too, cain't ya tell? We think Homer here done it." (Elsie had a slight bulge to her tummy, but nothing like her sisters. Her breasts, however, were considerably larger - a detail that was not overlooked by Peggy.)

"That kid's tits are bigger than MINE are, Bill!!" she whispered excitedly. Peggy was just shaking her head at this point in complete disbelief. Jesse, the oldest girl blushed, looked down at her blossoming tummy and swiveled her hips. She had on the shortest cut-offs I'd ever seen. Her butt cheeks hung out of them. They were unzipped halfway down to her crotch, and her pregnant belly spilled out over the waistband. Her halter-top did little to hide the expanse of flesh bulging out over her shorts. She looked to be about 6 months along. Homer and Elsie disappeared all of a sudden, and I glanced around to make sure all my kids were accounted for. They were all chewing or drinking something. My oldest girls were downing their favorite-diet sodas and Diedra and Debbie were fighting over the only bottle of spring water left in the store - they each seemed to be getting their share so I went back to observing the locals.

That youngest kid had my attention and she knew it. She smiled at me and propped both her hands at the small of her back - the position that very pregnant women assume when they're trying to keep their balance. It seemed like such a natural thing to her - like she'd had a lot of practice at it. It also made her belly stick out hugely in front of her. I began to think about how this little girl came to be so pregnant. And by whom.

In a lot of cases I'd studied, pregnant girls this age were put in that condition by a relative - a CLOSE relative. And many times, not by their own choosing. I assumed her father-the young man in the store with us was responsible for his little girl's condition. When he mentioned she had "a couple of months to go" I began to wonder how many babies she was carrying. The kid already looked like she could give birth any second. I did not detect that anyone was ashamed of it in any way - it was as though they were all very proud of what they had accomplished, and they didn't seem to care who knew it. Peggy's punch at my arm reminded me where I was and what we were supposed to be doing here, so I returned to the real world again. Dammit.

I hadn't made it to the bathroom yet, so after Peggy and the kids had taken care of business, I made my way to the back. When I reached the bathroom door I noticed a back porch on the old store through a small window. I heard some activity out there. Giggling mostly, and what sounded like a chair moving around on the old wooden floor, then some banging on the wall. I got closer to the window at this point as my curiosity continued to get the better of me. I heard a slap all of a sudden, and more giggling.

"Homer, you keep that thang away from me, you hear!! Ain't you done enough already? I don't want no more of yer young-uns in me." I could tell it was the other two kids I'd seen inside. As I moved closer to the window I saw the two kids on an old bench. Elsie was sitting on the boy's lap, facing him, and Homer had his forearm stuck up between his sister's breasts. The girl had quite a pair, as we'd noticed in the store, and her brother's arm was swallowed between them. I could tell from there she was quite a bit larger than my wife, who had grown to a DD-cup from all her pregnancies.

"Let's just do it like this, OK?" The little girl was trying to reason with the boy. Then I saw something strange-I was moving even closer now. The girl wrapped her hands around the boy's arm between her breasts and started pulling on it. This was weird, I thought. First the girl, who's pregnant already, tells her brother she 'don't want no more young-uns in her', then she starts playing with his arm. Who's been telling these kids about the birds and bees? I finally got up right next to the window and kept at an angle where they couldn't see me. Then my jaw dropped again. That wasn't his arm she was pulling on!!

Both these kids, each in their own way, were extremely well endowed. Homer's 'thang' WAS as big as his forearm. The kid was hung like a fucking horse. No wonder the little girl wanted to just 'do it like this.' He was bucking his hips pretty fast, jamming his big dick up between his little sister's tits. She mashed them together with her arms and yanked on the head of his huge prick for him with her little hands.

"Ya gonna squirt on me Homer? Come on now. I know you like it on my big ole titties." God, this kid was a pro I thought. She was working her brother over good. Hell, she was about to make ME come. The boy's face twisted up and I could see he was losing it as his sister continued to pump her hands up and down the shaft of his huge prick. Damn I mumbled, and Peggy thought I was hung. This kid made me feel like a little boy as he let go a big wad of cum on his sister's face. It bounced off into her hair and some of it dribbled onto her tits. She moved back a little and aimed his second load right AT her tits. He splattered them. And I mean SPLATTERED. The little girl was covered in cum and she started rubbing it in all over her big chest and giggling.

"Ya see, I TOLD ya it would be fun - ya don't always have to stick it in ya know." The boy had a big shit eating grin on his face-obviously satisfied by his sister's manipulation. With a good bit of willpower, I dragged myself into the bathroom, raging hard-on and all, and took a leak. I was DYING from having watched all that, but didn't have time to "relieve myself" in any other way than I already had. It really was time to get back to reality, but the distractions around the town were proving to be pretty hard to ignore.

We had given ourselves plenty of time to make my first meeting-more of an orientation to the area than anything, but I didn't want to be late. I knew we'd better get going. I found the rest of my troop waiting for me-not too patiently-in front of the store. Adam and Peter had their faces glued to the window watching the two sisters inside the store. Peggy pried them loose and gave me a little grin as we loaded up in the van. I think she knew I'd been up to something.

We pulled up at the hotel-one of 3 in an area of 25,000 population. I guess they don't get many visitors, I thought. It was clean enough, and had a little meeting room where we were greeted by a local health department official, (Jimmy Pickens) a nurse from the hospital, (Maggie Johnson) and a state welfare case worker (Trudy Wilson). Peggy went to the registration desk to get the family settled into our rooms, and I met with the folks I would be working with at least for now. The feds hadn't made it in yet.

They were all pleasant enough with no distinguishing features, except for the nurse. An attractive brunette in her late 20s, Maggie was about to pop the buttons off her uniform. A pair of swollen breasts and a visibly bulging tummy announced that she too, was pregnant. I guess she wanted to get the last few weeks wear out of her regular uniform, but she was really pushing it at that point I thought.

I couldn't help bringing up what we had seen on the way into town - the billboards , the GIRL on the billboard, and that family of young pregnant girls at the store. My curiosity was driving me mad-this place had me confused as no scientist should be and I wanted some answers. I asked Jimmy about the billboards first.

"Oh........ THAT," he said. "It's a problem. Our biggest problem. We got some real religious people 'round here I'm afraid. There's this preacher that has a following. A BIG following. Like in half the county - that's over 12,000 now and there's no end in sight. See, he's got these people believing you have to do everything by the book - exactly like it's written in the bible. They do whatever he tells them - and he tells them, that according to the bible, they have to do everything possible to have as many children as they can to spread the word of the lord. When he says everything, he means EVERYTHING. He preaches that any two people capable of creating a new life has a command from god to do that. When he says any two people, he means family members, co-workers, teachers, ANYBODY and at any age. I happened in on one of his sermons one Sunday and it scared me to death - the results of what he preaches are straining our capacity to provide even the most fundamental health care to these people."

I was beginning to get the picture here, or at least part of it The numbers still didn't add up though. The population increases were even higher than what Jimmy's scenario would suggest-unless his estimate of the churches followers was very low. He felt pretty sure about the numbers though, and for a little community agency he had done a pretty good job of collecting information on anyone who had used public health services. In a town like this, where 88% of the population lived below the poverty line, that was just about everybody.

Maggie the nurse had been twirling her hair with her fingers and looking at me like I was a piece of meat, while Jimmy told his tale of woe about the preacher and the fate of public health in Fertile Valley. I had an amusing thought about what Peggy would do to Maggie if she'd been there. She would have that woman's eyes in her fingernails right now. Maggie let go of her hair and slowly pulled her shoulders back to stretch, as she smiled at me and then glanced down at her bosom. She practically popped a button on her blouse as the material stretched across the fullest part of her breasts. There were huge gaps near the middle buttons where I could see straight in to her enormous bra. She knew this I thought-why else would she continue to wear the uniform? I maintained my composure somehow as Trudy the welfare worker relayed something she had overheard two little girl's talking about at the free clinic.

These kids are sitting there, can't be a day over 10 and one of them says, "Preacher told me it was time for me to do the lord's work. He found out I was havin' my periods from Mama, and I said was to get myself all prettied up an sit in Daddy's lap and rub myself on him......my butt he said...he told me to rub my butt on Daddy's lap and that would make Daddy happy and we could do the lord's work then. Then he told me I was startin' to get my breeding shape and that would get my daddy excited."

The other girl sat there wide eyed, and finally said, "he must be talkin' about them titties you got, Jenny. What did yer daddy do?" Trudy said she was about to go into shock when she heard this, and the girls quit talking when they noticed her interest.

"I can only imagine what that kid's daddy did," she said. "The one doing the talking looked like a fully developed woman with the face of an innocent child. And I mean FULLY developed. In fact, she could have already been pregnant at the time. Her breasts were incredibly swollen. At the time, I'd never seen anything like that before on a kid that age, but now I see girls like that all over town."

"Very interesting," I said. It was about all I could muster. As embarrassed as I was about feeling that way, I had a hard-on that was about to break through my pants listening to all this. I relayed our experience at the store, and my surprise at the remarkable resemblance that family shared. I stopped short of telling them about the two kids on the back porch and their.... ahem.... abundance of male and female development. I was still in shock over it.

Maggie finally put in her two cents worth, "We see it all the time in the emergency room...and it's gettin' worse I think. The whole family comes in, and there'll be 3 or 4 pregnant girls - identical triplets or quads it looks like - all fixin' to drop a litter like themselves. I think it's all the inbreeding that Preacher talks about - we blame it on him."

So, the multiple births are what's driving the birth rate up so high - that would explain the size of the girls bellies I'd seen, but how did THAT happen I wondered. And what about the staggering bust development on these girls, and that HORSE of a boy? It all had to figure in somehow, along with the sexual tension that was as strong as static electricity in January. Everywhere we went.

I knew we weren't going to solve it tonight. I was tired, I was horny, I needed my wife and I needed some sleep. Most of all, I needed some time to figure all this out. I had a mandate from the feds to improve this situation with the reward being a lot of notoriety and the promise of future research projects. It was an exciting time for me. And it was a confusing time for me.

Peggy had the kids settled in their rooms and she was relaxing on the king size bed in front of the TV in our room. Our own room. What a relief to have some privacy after the long trip and doubling up in hotels along the way. I got an instant erection when I saw Peggy sitting up in bed in her bra and panties. It began to crawl down my pants leg, bulging it out obscenely - a sight that drove Peggy over the edge even after all these years. She had a weakness for big dicks which she confessed to me long ago, with details of how many she'd had and what size they were. She maintained mine was the 'whopper' she would cherish for the rest of her life, and she sure made a believer out of me-year after year-she still can't seem to get enough of it.

"After all you've seen today honey, I guess you'd have to be in a coma not to be hard right now huh?" Peggy was grinning - that knowing smirk of hers that reminded me she could read me like a book. "You're a dirty old man Billy, a dirty old man with a big fat prick." She started giggling. I was about to dive on top of her when she patted the bed next to her and motioned for me to sit down there. I tugged my trousers off over the raging boner she inspired and she gasped when she saw how hard I was. I'll have to admit it had been years since my prick had reached that size.

"Oooo, I think my Billy's all excited about those big pregnant girls, huh?" GOD she could be so indulgent of my turn-ons. "They sure were pregnant, weren't they, sweetie? And they sure were stacked too, huh? Don't lie to Peggy now - that turned you on, didn't it? Those little girls with their big fat tits and their pregnant bellies bulging out of their clothes got my Billy all horny." She had her fist wrapped around the head of my prick at this point, gently tugging at it Then she picked up the pace, and turned up the heat on her little dialogue.

"I bet you were thinkin' about those little girls getting fucked, weren't you, Billy? Moving their little butts like minks up and down on a big fat prick until it pumped them full of cum, huh?" She was about to push me over the edge any second, and she just kept turning up the heat. "That kid on the billboard is driving you crazy right now, I bet. Peggy wants you to remember what her tummy looked like poking out of that little dress. That's it baby, Peggy wants Billy to cum, OH........ cum on baby.......cum for mama....." She did it. In record time. Peggy had me spewing cum all over the bed, all over her, and all over the headboard before it was over, and then she sat there with this GRIN.

"I believe my man feels better now huh? Peggy wants a nice LONG time with her baby later, so I wanted to make you happy right now. Are you happy baby?" I was in heaven, and I told Peggy so. We chatted about the trip, and what little I had learned so far, and I watched as my wife hung on every word. She had always been fascinated with my work, and was quite adept at understanding it. Now I think it was turning her on. She saw the effect it had on ME and she loved it. Just then she brought up a subject a bit closer to home-two of our daughters. The middle ones Diedre and Debbie. (Dee an' Deb we called them).

"I hate to spring this on you at a time when your mind is busy on so much else Bill, but there's something we're gonna have to adjust to, and it looks like we may be adjusting quickly." I begged her to just spit it out. She did.

"Well, you remember when you were wondering if your great grandmother's recessive genes would ever show up in our girls?" (Peggy held her cupped hands out about a foot in front of her chest to illustrate the recessive genes she was talking about, and which great grandmother they belonged to.) "Those genes showed up, Billy. BOY did they show up. And what a time for it to happen. HERE of all places. But don't you worry about it - there's nothing we can do about it anyway. I just wanted to warn you." Peggy started rubbing my crotch like she was petting a kitten, and soon began to work her magic again.


Part 3

There is nothing quite as complicated as the genetic makeup of a human being. I knew this better than most, as I'd made a career out of it. Still, I could be as frustrated as a horny 6th grader when I wanted answers NOW. There was all this mystery surrounding a population explosion at my newly assigned post, and then the thing with my own little girls. Like Peggy said - "what a time for THAT to happen."

I was not convinced that my great grandmother's genes were responsible for Dee and Deb's sudden "blossoming". It was too much of a coincidence that their chests began to swell in Fertile Valley, and seemingly overnight. Peggy would have noticed a gradual change in them. I was more confused than ever. To be sure, my dad's Grandma Johnson had a staggeringly huge bust. I'd seen pictures of her and so had Peggy. That's why she jumped to conclusions I guess.

I refused to believe that her genes alone were causing the sudden expansion of my daughters' breasts. There was something else at work here. And that something else was responsible for a multitude of grade-school girls swelling out of their clothes with pregnancy. It scared me to think of what might happen to OUR little girls. I was overwhelmed with curiosity after Peggy had "warned" me about our girls. How quickly would they develop, I wondered, and to what extreme? The first thing I wanted to do was to see for myself what had Peggy so concerned.

I was scheduled to go on the 'nickel tour' of the little town and the surrounding area the day after we arrived. I stopped to look in on the kids before I left them with Peggy, only to find Julie and Jennie - our 12-year-old twins - sitting on the bed crying. When I asked what was wrong, they just went ballistic and started pointing at their younger sisters (the sources of our concern - young Dee and Deb).

Julie started ranting, "It's not fair, it's just not fair.....life SUCKS daddy.... it ....it just SUCKS!!! All this time we've been waiting while our friends grow..... BOOBIES...., and we're still flat as an ironing board. And now we have to look at THEM!!!" Only when I saw 'them' for myself did I appreciate what all the ranting was about.

My little 10-year-old girls had breasts all right. If you took a tennis ball and cut it in half, that was how big my little girls' breasts were. For 10 year olds anyway - they looked BIG. But the mounds of flesh pushing out their t-shirts only told half the story. On closer inspection, I saw that most of the volume of that flesh came from the dark mass capping the front of their breasts. The kids had nipples and areola that belonged on a well-endowed nursing mother. Big fat puffy areola crowned by nipples as big around as a dime - nipples that were burning a hole in their little shirts. It was scary looking almost. Their nipple areas were so grossly out of proportion with their breasts. Something very abnormal was developing and I didn't have a clue what to do about it.

Dee and Deb were sitting on the bed opposite their older sisters, giggling and poking at each other's new protrusions. They were taking the changes a lot better than their older sisters. Their younger brother Peter sat there mesmerized by it all. Adam, our oldest son, seemed curiously aloof. I didn't really have time to explain to my two eldest why life isn't fair - I had to go earn a living, so off I went, shaking my head in disbelief. As I was leaving, I saw Dee n' Deb both take a big chug out of a bottle of that spring water they had at the store. It did my heart good to see my younger kids taking the healthy route. Dee n' Deb, Peter and our youngest twins Melissa and Meagan all took after Peggy and me. They loved water and we encouraged them to drink plenty. She'd gone out that morning to the grocery next door and bought a case of it for us - he never trusted tap water (especially out of town tap water). Adam, Jennie and Julie drank nothing but that dreadful diet soda. Unfortunately, Peggy bought a case of that stuff too. Well, at least they didn't have acne I thought.

I was happy to have that opportunity, on my own, to explore the town and some of the sights around it. That way, no matter what I encountered, I'd have time to formulate answers to the questions my kids (and Peggy) were sure to have about the bizarre things we saw. Maggie the nurse, and Jimmy from the health dept. greeted me in the little hotel lobby. Maggie had the day off and had volunteered to show me around. Even though I'd been a married man forever it seemed, I still knew when a woman's interest in me went beyond professional courtesy. Maggie's attire that day confirmed my instincts. She had dressed to get my attention, and she succeeded - she left little to my imagination.

It was hard to look Maggie in the face when she was talking to me - VERY hard. I could see her dark areola through the light pink spandex top stretched across her pregnant tits. There were as wide as the palm of my hand and you could make out their crinkly texture as they puffed out the front of her swollen breasts. Her nipples were as hard as pencil erasers. I couldn't take my eyes off her chest - until I saw the rest of her. Her belly pushed out the front of her equally "skin tight" black shorts creating a bulge the size of half a basketball. She looked a lot more pregnant than I remembered from the day we met. Amazing what a woman can do with the right outfit.

I felt guilty that day as Maggie drove me around town. Peggy was saddled with getting the kids enrolled in school, then meeting the realtor for the start of a long search for the right house. We'd been through this twice already as our family expanded, and now I was putting her through it again. While my wife was taking care of our family, there I sat - in the passenger seat of this sexy nurse's Mustang convertible - watching her hair blow in the wind and her tits wobble with every little bump we hit. Hwy 98, which turned into Main St., was a very bumpy road. I noticed a faint smile cross Maggie's lips each time she felt her big breasts shake. She knew I was looking and she was lapping it up.

The little town was like so many others I'd seen on visits to the south - a little square with a courthouse in the middle of it. The streets all around it were lined with old stores, government offices, lawyers and so forth. There wasn't a Wal- Mart within a hundred miles of this little town, so it even had an old drug store - soda fountain and all. I felt like I was in a time warp. But what an ideal destination! I was grinning from ear to ear as I looked around.

"Kinda cute huh?" Maggie chirped. I agreed with her, and suggested we visit the drug store. I always liked to know the person filling my family's prescriptions. A poster in the display window at the drug store made my jaw drop. That had become a regular occurrence in this town - my jaw dropping.

The poster featured a photo of yet another pregnant little girl - Another VERY pregnant little girl. A bold headline above her read: "Have you planted YOUR seed today?" Her head was turned to look straight into the viewer's eyes, just like the girl on the billboard we saw. Her hands rested at the small of her back, and her body was angled expertly toward the camera to offer up just the right profile of her immensely swollen belly. The photo was taken from slightly above her, so she was looking up at the camera, and the camera was looking down on her bulging young body. At that angle, her tits looked gigantic. On top of it all, she had a sweet smile on a beautiful face. It was framed in golden blonde pigtails.

The kid was so pregnant she literally burst out of her clothes. Her breasts were even larger than Maggie's - her yellow sun-dress barely held together with a series of diaper pins - the kind with the colorful plastic clasps. These had little pink hearts on them. I worked my way down the photo from her head to her toes. The first diaper pin held the material on each side of her breasts together. She was so big in the bust, the buttons on her dress were a good 3 inches from the buttonholes. The big diaper pin was barely able to bridge the gap. A deep breath would have ripped that material to shreds. Inside the gap, her endowments were pushed together by a (too small) lacey bra. There was easily 8 inches of cleavage bursting out the top of the child's brassiere, clearly visible behind the diaper pin. Above and below the middle of her belly were 2 more pins straining to keep the material around her together. They succeeded, but left a foot long expanse of bare flesh at the largest part of her tummy, which poked right through the front of the dress. Maggie had a smirk on her face when she caught me ogling the girl on the poster, then I saw HER jaw drop when she got a good look at the kid.

She spoke after gawking for a minute, "My God,.... she's even bigger than last month's poster girl........ would you look at the TITS on that kid - she's bigger than I am!! (Maggie gave a little pout as she reached up and cupped her own, smaller breasts.) Where on earth did they find THIS one?...... DAMN,.... is she knocked up or what?..... Lookit.....she's coming out of her dress.........and she can't be more than 12!!"

Maggie's reaction, and the sight of this well endowed, enormously pregnant girl made my dick so hard I thought it would break. Maggie was still pouting as I continued to look over every inch of the photo. I knew how she felt. It reminded me of the way I'd felt when I saw that kid at the store, tit fucking his little sister with a dick the size of his arm. She must have felt inadequate as she gazed at that girl half her age - a girl whose breasts dwarfed her own substantial pair.

Peggy was right when she accused me of it so many years ago

- I was (and am) obsessed with big tits. When they're bulging off the chest of a very pregnant woman, I go over the edge. I never thought I could get excited over a 12 year old girl, but this kid with her enormous tits spilling out of her bra, and her knocked up tummy poking out the front of her dress, was about to make me cum on myself. I'd been so busy drooling over the picture I hadn't noticed the message in smaller type right under the girl's belly:

"There is no greater gift to mankind, no greater honor in the service of the Lord than the gift of life. Glorious life - brought forth from the wombs of our most precious God given resources. Our wives, our daughters, our sisters, our aunts, our mothers and our grandmothers were all meant for one purpose - the ultimate service to their creator. They were meant to bring unto the world, new life - and to bring it forth in abundance. It is your God given duty to play your part in HIS divine plan. If your resolve is firm, HE will make her fertile and she will bear fruit. So we say unto you, as the Lord has said: BE FRUITFUL,.... MULTIPLY." There was even more information at the bottom, under her dirty little bare feet - "This message was brought to you by:

THE UNITY CHURCH OF THE FERTILE VALLEY, Lucas P. Daniels, Pastor Pictured is September poster girl Emily Walton, daughter of Jed and Ellie Walton. Emily will be on hand to autograph copies of this poster on Saturday, September 15th at this month's sponsor store - Dixon Drugs, on the square. Emily is a 7th grade student at Fertile Valley Junior High. She is 8 months pregnant with triplets. PRAISE THE LORD."

Maggie pointed at the message I'd been reading. "See,.... that's what we're up against? That preacher roams all over the county - he's got 15 different church locations and he gets up there on the pulpit and tells these people they've got to breed like rabbits or God won't love them - and that they'll all go to hell. They believe him too!.... They throw money at him for the church, and they do what he tells them." Maggie giggled a little and motioned toward the poster "But I guess you can see that, huh?"

"Yes, I'm looking, I mean I see, I mean, uh, yes," I mumbled. "Well, we better check out the drug store. Peggy asked me to pick up some aspirin." Inside the store, Mr. Dixon the pharmacist greeted us. He was friendly in a grandfatherly sort of way but made no effort to hide his interest in Maggie's expansive bosom. He stared right at her bulging chest as he chatted with us. A man in his mid 60s, he seemed to be in remarkably good shape. Must work out, I thought. He offered us an ice cream cone, obviously understanding the way to a pregnant woman's heart, and Maggie went for it.

All I wanted was some water at this point, and a place to sit down and compose myself. Mr. Dixon grabbed a quart bottle of Fertile Valley spring water off this huge in-store display.

"Help yourself, son," he said, as he sat the whole bottle in front of me. I read the label ...... "purest water anywhere, from the fountain of life to you." I turned the bottle up and took a big swig. It was wonderful. Almost sweet, but really pure and natural tasting, just like it claimed. No wonder the kids liked it, I thought. There was something addictive about the taste. I drank some more. Soon I'd polished off the whole bottle. Dixon chuckled.

"People do seem to love our water - here, have all you want son, it's good for you." I thanked the man, took another bottle and asked him about Peggy's aspirin. He said they were out of the small bottles, but he had some in bulk he'd put in a subscription bottle for me. He came right out with it. "Here, these are on me, son." Maggie kissed him on the cheek, making it a point to brush her big tits across his arm in the process, and told him we were off to tour the square. Just then we heard a woman call out from the back.

"Who's out there in the store, Matt?" I guessed it was Dixon's wife and I was right.

"It's Maggie from the hospital, and a new fella from the city, dear." Dixon's wife came rushing out. Well, waddling out would be a better description. Although Mrs. Dixon appeared to be her husband's age, her long gray hair pulled back in a ponytail, she was quite pregnant. About 11 months worth I'd say. She had the biggest pregnant belly I'd ever seen in my life. Her huge breasts rested at the insides of her arms and wobbled visibly as she walked toward us. She was obviously braless. I wondered how many children she'd suckled to make those things that huge. Mrs. Dixon made Maggie look like a grade school girl in the bosom department. I was in shock over Mrs. Dixon's condition, and I think she could tell what I was wondering.

"We had a little help," she said as she smiled and smoothed her dress across her swollen middle. She pointed to a display almost hidden behind the check out counter. It contained several shelves filled with bottles of pills. The sign above the display read: "The Lord helps those who help themselves." It went on to explain that if older women needed some "extra help" bringing new life into the world, as the Lord would have them do, these special "aids" were provided free of charge by he Unity Church, and Dixon Pharmacy, "to the glory of god." Pictured on the bottle was a smiling woman in her mid 60s at full term with a multiple pregnancy. "If I can do it, so can you," the woman was quoted on the label. I was flabbergasted. The pharmacist was handing out fertility drugs! But how did they make post-menopausal women ovulate? And it still didn't explain the little girls either. It was getting more and more complicated by the minute, I thought. I began to feel that I would never figure it out, but one thing I knew for sure - the combination of elements responsible for this phenomenon worked. And it worked VERY well.

I was ready to see some more of the town, meet more of its people and hopefully arrive at a plausible explanation for some of what I'd seen so far. Surely the problem couldn't be so extreme there wasn't a remedy. Science had advanced so far I thought, and I'd come to the rescue with a solution. Sounded good anyhow.

Maggie and I left the drug store after thanking the older couple for their kindness, and made our way around the square. Outside, some of the folks had set up chairs on the sidewalks. A few of the retailers had sale tables, and at other shops some of the workers were taking a break just to sit and chat. It was a pretty day with a warm, gentle breeze. Fall was in the air already. We came upon a type of shop I'd never seen before, but it didn't surprise me considering all the other things I'd been shocked over so far. "Little Miss Maternity" seemed like a logical store to fill a well - developed niche.

Still, a clothing store for pregnant children would be unthinkable in mainstream society. I was in Fertile Valley though, and things were different. I might as well have landed in a parallel universe. The shop's slogan, on a banner under the store's sign read: "We can fit her no matter HOW big she gets." Inside were life-size photos of girls modeling the store's fashions. The owner of the shop explained how they recycled (and altered) the dresses, pants, shorts, tops and bras from their Junior Miss Maternity shop on the other side of town.

"We're proud to offer the only products of this kind in the country," the owner said. The woman mentioned that even though the prices were surprisingly reasonable, some of the poorer families had to make do with what they had. (The poor kids I'd seen so far could have used some donations from this shop I thought.) Rack after rack of pretty print dresses, pants and shorts with huge stretch panels in front, and a variety of ENORMOUS bras filled the stores aisles. The majority of their clothes were proportioned to fit girls between the ages of 9 and 12 she said.

"You mean some of these girls are only NINE???" I asked. She muffled a little giggle.

"Well, I can see you haven't been in town very long." I didn't know what to make of that comment, but it didn't answer my question. One brassiere Maggie held up had a homemade tag fashioned to the back, near the clasp where the old tag had been. She almost dropped it when we saw the size - 24EEE. That was about all I could take. I began to conjure up images of what a 9 year old would look like filling out one of those big bras.

At that point I began to wonder how my little 10 year olds were doing, and how Peggy was coping with the school registration. I wanted to explore some more of the area before we headed back though. Maggie thought it would be a good idea for me to see the hospital and the facility they had set aside for us to do our testing and research. There was plenty of lab space she said, and the staff had been instructed to attend to our every need. When we got near the car, we encountered something I'd come to regard as 'normal' a few months down the road, but right then it threw me into shock - again.

There was an old rusty pick-up truck parked right next to Maggie's convertible. We'd heard loud squeaking noises from 50 yards away, the kind you hear when a car with bad shocks goes by. The whole body of the truck was shaking. As we got closer to it, we could make out two heads in the cab. One of the heads was moving up and down, long blonde hair flying wildly. It was obvious what was going on, but still I thought "....surely they can't be.......not right in the middle of town, .....not in broad daylight."

Well, they WERE.......and right in the middle of town. When we were close enough to see the two I came to fully realize I'd arrived in a place with a new set of rules. Everything I learned about acceptable behavior, these folks had thrown right out the window. I gasped when I saw the girl's face in the truck. It was hard to tell from farther away, and she was moving so fast, but when we got closer I could see she was no more than 8 or 9 years old. She was exactly the size of my 8 year olds Melissa and Meagan. The gray haired man she was with had her in his lap, facing him. The little girl had her hands on his shoulders, her fingers digging into him. It was easy to see the kid was getting her brains fucked out. As we got close enough to hear them, I couldn't believe my ears. The little girl made quite a bit of noise all of a sudden.

She had spotted me and Maggie and I could tell she was putting on a show for us: "Oh Grampa, you gunna make me CUM fuckin' me like this. You know how horny I git when I'm knocked up don't ya?.... I wish ya could knock me up some more Grampa, like ya done mama........ Oh FUCK me Grampa, fuck me and put some more young'uns in me. I want you tuh make me all warm and sticky inside Grampa...... Come on Gram, CUM in me!!! Cum in little Suzy and make me huge like ya made mama!!!"

I'd never thought of myself as a voyeur before, but I was mesmerized by the action in front of me. I mean, what could we do? We wanted to get in Maggie's car and be on our way. And not two feet from the passenger side, this man was fucking the shit out of his pregnant granddaughter. I was frozen at the open window of this beat up old truck as I watched them. The little girl looked over at me and smiled as the big man fucked her silly - oblivious to everything around him. The kid's cut- off jeans were sitting on top of the steering wheel. They hadn't bothered to take off her panties or halter-top.

She was tiny, her tummy barely showing, with just a hint of a swell on her chest. (Boy THAT would change I heard myself thinking.) Her eyes locked onto mine and she grinned as her grandfather grabbed her by the hips and jerked her whole body up and down on his mule-sized prick. The man was simply ENORMOUS, and the child was taking every fat swollen inch of it inside her as she wriggled her hips, jerking her grandfather off with her tight young pussy. He was so huge and she was so tiny it looked like the man was beating off with his granddaughter's body. Using the kid instead of his hand, he yanked her up and down, banging her head on the ceiling of the truck each time he jerked her little pussy on his big throbbing penis.

The old man's cock was as big around as my wrist. How they got it inside her I'd never understand. I felt like a grade school kid once again, in awe of the sheer size of the man's dick. The little girl's body moved over a foot each time he jerked her up off his lap, each time he sent her head banging against the roof of the truck.

"My God, they're fucking like a couple of animals", Maggie whispered in my ear. "Look how big he his Bill,....holy shit, he's big as a fucking HORSE....... he's......he's even bigger than his grandson." Wait a minute, Maggie KNEW these people? And his grandson? What was that all about, I wondered. Well, I didn't wonder long. I was too busy watching.

The little girl kept her eye contact with me, her grin changing to a mixed expression of pain and passion. I'd seen it so many times - it was the look Peggy would get when she was about to convulse into orgasm. She was drooling out the corner of her mouth now, bucking her hips back at her grandfather. The little thud her head made each time it hit the roof of the truck reminded me of the last time Peggy and I made babies. The night Melissa and Meagan were conceived, we'd gone a little wilder than usual. I remembered the sound of Peggy's head banging against our headboard, softly at first, then louder and more frequent. Just like that night, the beat picked up there in the truck.

The little girl still had her eyes locked on to mine. She mouthed, over and over as she looked at me, "I'm coming,........oh god,....... I'm COMING." Then she became verbal, "Grampa, I know you gonna CUM now...... I.... can feel it gittin' bigger in me. Come on grampa,..... git me knocked up some more,..... right in front of these people grampa.....make me bigger with yer baby juice." I could see the man's face twist up now - the child was right - he was about to cum. Maggie's eyes got bigger as she watched the man's cock swell - the purple veins running the length of it were about to burst. You could see the huge ripple of cum gush out of his balls, up through his big shaft and into his granddaughter's waiting womb - a womb already swollen with growing new life.

"That's IT grampa......FUCK it in me.....FUCK the cum in me and make me BIGGER.........oh...... GOD grampa.....it feels GOOD...... the Lord made me big enough to TAKE it .......and........ I WANT IT grampa.......I want it on my FACE now grampa,...... pull it out and cum ALL OVER MY FACE grampa.....I want these people to see me all cummed up!!!"

The man obliged her. He yanked her right off his prick, banging her head on the roof again, and sat her on his knees. He grabbed his prick in both hands and pumped it. Her little hands joined his and the two pair ran up and down all 14 inches of the man's giant prick. His spurting cock continued to erupt - this time sending a fat glob of cum flying at the kid's face. It grazed her right cheek, most of it splattering on the windshield.

It kept coming........and coming. The man's big hands were jerking on the base of his prick while the girl swirled her little hands all over its slippery head. She was rewarded with a whole face full of his sticky cum in a few seconds. It went up her nose, splattered on her forehead, and glazed her lips. It dripped off her chin onto her pregnant little tummy before she wiped it off with the back of her hand. She had a shit-eating grin at that point as she sat on her grandfather's knee. She looked like she'd been hit in the face with a bowl of pudding.

Well, that was just too much. I had so many questions that I felt like I was moving backward instead of forward in my understanding of it all. What did Maggie know of these people? How did she have any idea what size this man's grandson was anyway? How did a little kid that age get pregnant in the first place, and what on earth did she mean when she said "put more young-uns in me"?

I wouldn't solve it right away. I knew that. But why couldn't I at least get a clue? I began to worry about how my family was doing. Especially my little 10 year old twins. Yes, the ones with the growing tits. It was hard to believe it happened, but it would be one more thing I'd have to deal with. Right then, I would have to deal with my escort for the day. Maggie was looking at me like a piece of meat again, and I had a tremendous hard-on throbbing in my pants. Bigger than I'd ever felt before.........MUCH bigger than I'd ever felt before.


Part 4

"My GOD Bill,...there's just no way he could still..........but he looks like he's gonna..........." We were standing at the window of the pick-up, still frozen in shock over what we'd seen right there in broad daylight. Maggie was pointing at the old man in the truck. His huge prick was still throbbing and twitching as the little girl kept swirling her tiny hands around the fat slippery head of it. There was so much cum on her face, some of it dripped off onto her hands to join the slippery mess she was using to jack her grandfather off. She let go of him for a minute and yanked her halter-top up and over her puffy little breasts.

They had swollen noticeably from all the excitement, and she brought it to the man's attention as she jerked on the head of his big dick, "Oooo ....grampa LOOK!! You made my titties get all bigger!.....I want 'em REAL big grampa, .....like Cassie's. I know ya like Cassie's great big titties, cuz I done seen ya CUM on 'em. That's how come they so HUGE grampa, that's what Cassie says..... She said yer CUM is what made her titties grow so big!!"

Whoever Cassie was, I could see the thought of her was pushing the old man over the edge again. Every time the kid mentioned her name, he'd get this twisted up look on his face. The kid jerked faster......and faster. Her hands were flying up and down the length of his shaft as she stuck her chest out - making it look as big as she could. She smiled at him through the veil of cum splattered on her pretty little face and begged him for more, "Come on Grampa...cum on my tits. ....... make Suzy a BIG pair-uh-titties jus' like Cassie has grampa..... Ya want me to be that big .....don'tcha??... Come on grampa,.... I wanna be HUGE!!!!" I knew the man couldn't last even one minute longer after that - his little granddaughter knew just the right buttons to push. "Big like Cassie grampa... oh god......she's so..... BIG." He let go....again.....all over Suzy's little tits. He covered her chest.....then her arms. He splattered the dashboard and the windshield. The man came like a fire-hose. Bolt after sticky bolt of cum flew at the kid's upper body, plastering across her as she giggled and rubbed it into her puffy nipples. "OH....I'm gonna be ENORMOUS grampa...just you wait...Suzy's gonna be BIGGER than Cassie!!!!"

The kid wasn't finished playing with her grandfather yet. To my dismay, she slipped off his lap and knelt down on the floor in front of him. She grabbed his big dick with both her little hands and jacked the head of it again. Little spurts of cum were still gurgling out as she slipped her lips over the tip of it. She might as well have tried to suck off a baseball bat. The swollen head of the man's prick bulged the kid's cheek out obscenely. She pulled her mouth off it with an audible slurp and rubbed his big fat knob all over her lips and cheeks and chin. All over the sweet little face he'd splattered with cum. Suzy looked me straight in the eye again as she lapped those big gobs of cum off the head of her grandfather's enormous prick. Maggie had been fondling her own tits as she watched the little girl coax the last of the cum out of her grandfather. The kid in the truck wasn't the only one who'd been swelling. The busty young nurse let out a little gasp as she looked down at her chest.

"Oh MY... I don't think I've ever seen them like this" She kept kneading them. "Oh DEAR.... they're so BIG....... Oh Bill, I'm ......... I'm HUGE!..... and they feel so GOOD.......FEEL them, Bill." I was trembling after watching that little girl jerk a pint of cum out of her grandfather's balls, and looking at Maggie's swollen tits. I pictured my hands groping her big breasts. She'd grown at least a cup size from all the stimulation - I'd seen Peggy through enough growth spurts to know. She was one hot little bitch and I could have had every voluptuous inch of her, but I'd never cheated on my wife before. I'd had plenty of chances - I wasn't going to start then. So I fought it. I got in the car, and told Maggie we needed to get out of there. I asked her to take me to the hospital.

"Maggie, believe me there's nothing I'd rather do than bury my face in your big tits right now, but it wouldn't be right - I just can't do that to Peggy."

Maggie surprised me by giggling, and chirped, "Well, ....we won't TELL her silly!!" I assured her it just wasn't going to happen and asked her to try and understand. "All I understand is the size of that PRICK crawling down your leg mister." She giggled again. I guess I was busted. Finally, Maggie accepted the fact we weren't going to do the nasty right then and there and we started off for the hospital.

We were backing away from the truck when I heard the little girl say, "Grampa, I'm still horny." Maggie giggled and started to pull back next to the truck when I insisted we get underway. With a little pout, she complied. On the way to the hospital I began to think about the complexity of the situation we were faced with, and my erection finally subsided. It was a welcome relief since it had become painful at one point. Still, I was left with a prominent bulge in my pants. I dismissed it as just too much excitement for one day. But it wasn't over yet.

We passed a crew installing a new 'welcome to Fertile Valley" billboard on the highway en route to the hospital. It featured Emily Walton, the new poster girl. The photo was over 30 feet tall. Her profile had been cut out and mounted to a separate board. The child's dress was pulled wide open in this pose, exposing the entire expanse of her tummy. Along with her pink panties and an acre of cleavage bursting out of her bra. She looked down at her big pregnant belly with a very contented smile. As I watched the crane hoist the board with her photo on it, I felt the familiar swelling return to my groin. I'd lost track that day of the times my dick had started throbbing, my heart racing as it sent the blood into my engorged member.

The photo board was much taller than the billboard itself, so her head and shoulders would stick up above it. They attached the photo board to the far right edge, so her huge knocked-up belly stuck out beyond the dimensions of the billboard - exploding into the horizon. This billboard was far more dramatic than the first one we'd seen, and the girl MUCH MORE pregnant. It seemed as though the church wanted to keep everyone in the valley stimulated with these huge photos of beautiful, well endowed pregnant girls - half naked with their bulging ripe bodies so much larger than life, and on open display. It worked. I was close to cumming in my pants again and Maggie knew it. She just grinned and kept driving.

As we approached the hospital grounds, I was impressed with the size of the facility. I expected a little run down string of one story buildings connected with open walkways. Fertile Valley had quite an attractive facility, beautifully landscaped. The main building was a modern three-story brick structure capable of housing a couple hundred beds. It appeared to have an even taller building behind it. The main structure was flanked with four 'clinic' sized one-story buildings that were attached to each corner of the building with enclosed walkways. We drove around to the back, and my jaw dropped once again. Attached to the rear of the hospital was the most imposing structure - " The Fertile Valley Maternity Wing." The wing was easily twice the size of the main building. Amazing what you can do with enough tax dollars.

"In there," Maggie said, as she pointed at the left side of the structure. "That's where your lab will be. Like I said, there's plenty of room." She wasn't kidding. It was one of the biggest maternity wards I'd ever seen, and it appeared to be bustling with activity. The parking lot was jammed with cars and trucks, most of them rusty, beat up old relics of the 60s and 70s with missing hubcaps and bald tires.

Inside, gurneys were flying down the hallways in every direction, most of them carrying young girls - girls from 10 to15 years old. Many were swollen to a ridiculous girth with twins, triplets or more inside their bulging, ready-to-pop pregnant bellies. Some were screaming for their mommy or daddy. I felt sorry for them. Sorry for the loss of innocence, and for the huge burden they were carrying. All of it 'to the glory of God.'

While my loftier notions had me feeling pity, my baser instincts had my crotch bulging - again. We approached the admissions desk. Maggie wanted to check in for her messages and let her supervisor know where we'd be. There, in a waiting room designed to seat 50 people, were 60 to 70 girls with their mothers, waiting to be admitted to the hospital. Some of the girls were doubled over in pain. They should be inside already, I thought.

"But nurse...my young-un's water done already broke! How come we cain't git in?" I heard one woman pleading with a nurse at the desk. As Maggie and I got closer to the front, I realized this 'woman' I'd heard was no more than a teenager. The child hugging her waist was 9 years old - tops. She could have been even younger, though I dismissed that as unthinkable. Her belly was as large as some of the 12-year-olds' I'd seen bulging out of their dresses. The kid had more than one baby ready to come out of her - that much was obvious. Her belly stuck out two feet in front of her little body.

She was simply HUGE, and unlike some of the other girls, the child had developed no breasts or hips at all. She looked like a normal nine-year-old rather than a scaled down adult, with one BIG exception. Her enormous pregnant belly completely overwhelmed her tiny frame. With no breasts or hips to balance the immense protrusion in front of her, she'd have been incapable of standing on her own. But she had mama, the comely teenager she hung on to, for support. It didn't take much arithmetic to figure out that the little girl had been even younger than my Meagan and Melissa when she got pregnant - or that her mother had been that same age when SHE got pregnant with the child clinging to her. What a cycle, I thought. No wonder the area had come under scrutiny. With each new child they brought into the world, the federal government was soaked for another welfare payment. And these people were breeding like rats in a grain barrel.

The nurse behind the admissions desk informed the teenaged mom that there wasn't a room to be had in the whole ward - "We've already doubled up on the occupancy of each room dear, and all 400 rooms are full right now - we're trying to get some of the overflow sent to the ER and spare rooms in the main wing. You'll just have to be patient - September is a VERY busy time of year in maternity. Have a seat, and we'll call you." Maggie confirmed that there were a LOT of babies being made in January and February there.

The pretty teenager was livid, "But they AIN'T no place to sit, you BITCH!! And my young-un is gunna bust wide open right here on yer floor!!" The nurse remained calm. Better than I could have. The young mom's ranting worked on her.

"Bring her around here ... we'll get her to the ER," the nurse said. An orderly came around with a wheel chair for the poor child, and I watched her mom bend over to give her a kiss goodbye. Her breasts swayed heavily inside her tank top. I'd been too busy looking at the pregnant little girl. I hadn't noticed that her young mom had two of the biggest tits I'd ever seen in my life. Maggie noticed her then too, and gave another pout. The girl was braless, and as she walked back toward the waiting room her huge breasts wobbled and slapped together with every step. My eyes were riveted to them. Her nipples were the size of big cherries and poked right through the material of her skimpy top.

I followed her into the waiting area, like a hound dog following a bitch in heat. Maggie was steaming, I could tell, and she was right on my heels. The busty teenager sat down next to a woman Maggie's age who I guessed was HER mother. The woman waited with a baby in each arm. I watched from across the room as the girl's nipple area became darker. It was easy to see all of a sudden, that her areolas were the size of beer coasters. Then it hit me - her tits were spurting milk! And the two babies her mom held were waiting for it.

"Jesus, no wonder she's so huge," I muttered.

"I heard that," Maggie sniped. Maggie pouted, as I stood

there with my mouth open watching the girl yank her top down and under her simply ENORMOUS tits. The girl's mother handed the babies over and nature took its course. They appeared to be just a few months old and still tiny. The babies were barely able to get their little mouths around her oversized nipples. The girl had a pair of spigots, I thought to myself. Just then, one of them lost control of a nipple and confirmed my thoughts. The milk GUSHED out of her left breast drenching the mother's lap and the baby along with it. It cried for a minute, but was soon settled back into its little routine.

As I watched these suckling babies, I couldn't help but notice the size of the girl's areola again I'd never seen anything quite like them, even though Peggy had developed quite a pair. Each was larger than the baby's face next to it, and stood in such contrast to their little pink cheeks. The kids were sucking away contentedly, as mother and daughter sat there waiting for news of the impending delivery. Maggie grabbed me by the arm and pulled me toward the corridor leading to my lab.

"Let's go mister, it's getting late," she said - and not too sweetly. I could tell she was jealous, and I guess I didn't blame her. We made our way back to the area I'd been given to work in. There was a spacious office with comfortable guest chairs - even a couch, and plenty of bookshelves. It would be very suitable for the interviews and subject consultation I'd need to conduct. It would be a nice place to study when I needed solitude - away from the distractions at home.

The adjacent lab had the latest equipment I'd need to conduct my research including an ISDN internet connection for efficient collaboration with my colleagues. Like I said, the feds spare no expense in determining how to save money. And it was money (or maybe OTHER favors) that had exchanged hands to get all the federal support necessary to build this enormous facility. All designed for an indigent population. The cost must have been staggering. And still the system was strained by the demand from these people. I had my work cut out for me, but it was time to get home to my family and see how school and the house hunt went for them.


Part 5

The ride back to town from the hospital that day was painfully silent at first. Maggie didn't get what she wanted from me and she was tight lipped, pissed off, and obviously horny. She broke the silence after several long minutes:

"You aren't even going to ask me are you?" She was rubbing her swollen tummy with her right hand as she steered with her left. "Aren't you the least bit interested in how I got this little bun in the oven? Or didn't you notice I was knocked up? You've been so busy drooling over those little girls, I can't even tell." She was pouting again, and she was absolutely right about my behavior. My tongue had been dragging the ground all day. I was ashamed of myself, but unable to do anything about it. I began to wonder if my virtue was being put to some cruel test as I watched Maggie's big tits bounce with every bump we hit. Her little smile came back when she noticed me looking straight at her cleavage. Then my dick got hard. She had my attention, and she milked it for everything it was worth.

"I've been pretty distracted today Maggie - I apologize. It's not very professional of me. I've wondered about your pregnancy of course I noticed. You're getting—well—rather large." She was grinning now, and started giggling like a little girl again.

"You don't know the half of it, mister. Maybe I should fill you in - it might even shed a little light on your work." It was a long way to the hotel, so Maggie proceeded to describe, in intimate detail, the events that lead to her pregnancy, "We get all kinds of people coming in to the ER, and for the strangest things. In a poor community like this, people use it like a doctor's office - 'cause they don't HAVE a doctor - we get them. Anyhow, they have to come through my office first for screening - I'm right next to ER admissions. I ask them questions about their problem and sometimes I can solve it without even bothering the doctors." Maggie was setting me up for a story I wouldn't forget - I just felt it.

She had a sly little grin on her face as she continued, "Well, one day this woman comes in with a young boy - a scrawny looking kid around 11 or 12 years old. She was a few years younger than me, mid 20s I guess, and she was great BIG pregnant. I asked them to have a seat and I got situated at my desk. She introduced herself as Cassie McCabe, and said her son had a problem.

It had become the whole family's problem she said, and she started to explain, 'Ya see nurse Maggie, Little Luke here takes after his grampa. Well really, his grampa is his Paw too, iffn' that makes any sense to ya.' She was blushing and put her head down. She seemed embarrassed to have me know that it was her father who'd knocked her up with this kid. I asked her to just tell me what her son's problem was - and told her I would understand - no matter what." Maggie could see the questioning look on my face - my eyes got real wide when I heard the name 'Cassie'.

"I knew that would get your attention," she giggled. "Yes, it was the same Cassie that pregnant little slut in the truck was talking about, -- and yes she had HUGE tits - if you have to know!" I guess Maggie had learned to read my mind already. "Well, the woman tells me what she means about her kid taking after grampa, paw or whoever: 'Nurse, I jus' don't know what we gunna do ---- He done THIS to me about 6 months ago.' She pointed at her enormous pregnant belly and she looked a LOT more than 6 months gone. 'Since then, he done knocked up all his sisters, 6 of his cousins and 3 of his teachers. I jus' don't know where it's gunna end.'

"I didn't want to hurt anybody's feelings, but I couldn't help snickering a little bit. I mean, he was just a boy, and couldn't have weighed 90 pounds soaking wet - he was pitiful looking. The kid was slumped down in his chair so I could barely see him over my big desk. I was sitting back a ways too. The woman glanced down at his lap and her eyes got real big all of a sudden. 'It's startin' again, jus' like it always does when they's a girl around who's ready ta catch—you know—fertile. He can sense it nurse Maggie - I don't know how, he jus' can. You mus' be ready right now, cuz it damn shore ain't ME - I done already been pumped FULL o' young-uns.'

Maggie had a flushed look on her face, and she started feeling up her tits again as she continued her little tale, "I didn't know what on earth she was talking about, so I asked her WHAT was starting again. The young woman said, 'Stand up for the nurse Little Luke, but don't you git any ideas.' I just about fell out of my chair Bill - I'd never seen anything like it. I mean it that 'kid' had the BIGGEST.. FUCKING.. DICK—I had ever seen in my entire life. And I'd seen some enormous ones in my time! He was so big—I mean—his dick was so fucking HUGE the head of it had made its way out the end of his shorts damn near to his knee. He looked like he would bust out of his shorts he'd stretched the material so tight in front of him with that big fat cock.

"He unzipped his shorts and pulled them down. That dick of his bobbed up and down. It was huge, bloated and twitching. He started rubbing on it, and it got even fatter. Then he grabbed it with both hands and started jacking the shaft of it. His prick was as big as his forearm at that point, and he seemed to be in pain. His mama scolded him, 'Luke, you stop that now young-un, ya hear me - that ain't nice.' His mom was embarrassed I could tell, but it didn't faze the kid.

'But mama, it hurts, you know I cain't help it when my thang gits all big an' swole up. She done got that look on her face mama, like Miz Jenny at school like they all git when they's wet.' I don't know what came over me but I felt like I was in a trance, almost like I was hypnotized. All I could do was stand there with my mouth open and gape at the kid's prick. Well, I was doing something else actually. I was ovulating like a turtle - I knew it - just like the boy and his mom knew. And I was WET. I'd soaked my panty hose all the way down my thighs. I was SOPPING—wet—dripping—HORNY, Bill. So horny I could've screamed. I'm glad I didn't. Instead, like a zombie, I walked over to the door of my office and locked it. I sat back down behind my desk and gaped at it again. Good GOD it was big. I was under a spell at that point.

"The kid's mom started pleading with me then, 'Ain't there nothin' you kin give the boy ta keep him from gittin' so dang big, nurse? Or carryin' around so much o' that cum in him? Every time he lets go, up inside a girl, she ends up like me all swole up with 3 or 4 young-uns in her belly. An' they cain't seem ta help themselves neither nurse - they let him stick that big ole prong right up inside of 'em till he lets go with all that baby juice. They's too many young-uns around my house NOW, and they keep on comin'. I'm gunna be an ole lady 'fore my time.'

"The woman looked like she could cry, so I told her I'd need to have a closer look at it. 'You be careful now, missy. I seen the way you lookin' at Little Luke.' I promised nothing was going to happen and asked the boy to come around behind my desk so I could examine his—"thang". I started shaking when he got close to me. I was sitting there with this prick a foot long and big around as my ankle just inches from me - staring me right in the face. I began to stutter Bill, for the first time in my life:

Imma -- .I -- .cccan't -- . bbbelieve it's ssso -- .so—The boy's mom finished my sentence for me: 'He's big as that dang ole mule we got out in the pasture, an' if ya ain't careful, you gunna look like ME in a few months!'

"I reached out and touched the head of it ever so slightly, like I was petting a wild animal. A sticky little spurt of pre-cum hit the palm of my hand, and the next thing I knew I was rubbing it on the boy's knob - massaging it in around and around - swirling over the head of his fat prick like that little girl in the truck was doing to her grandfather. I felt like a robot on auto-pilot. I was not in control, something else was - and I think it was my dripping wet fertile womb. My roommates in nursing school used to tease me about "thinking with my pussy" 'cause I used to fuck anything with pants on, and if the guy was 'hung' I'd been known to disappear for a week, cutting classes, missing meals and worse. It was no secret that 'Maggie liked 'em BIG'. I'd been so responsible since nursing school - until I got to THIS place.

"Well, I was thinking with my pussy that day, there was no doubt about it, 'cause I rolled my desk chair closer to that boy and his big horse dick and I slipped my lips over the head of it.

My tongue was darting all over the surface of that fat knob of his, my head moving around and around, licking at it from every angle I could. I grabbed the shaft of it with both hands - the only way I could encircle his fat prick. I started pumping it while I licked him. I was slobbering all over him at this point - it was OBSCENE. He looked so relieved, and cradled my head in his hands, moving me gently up and down on his shaft as I slurped at the head of that big fat prick. He stroked my hair like an experienced lover, looking down at me and smiling as I sucked on him. The kid's mom didn't seem the least bit surprised at this - like she'd seen it so many times before. I guess she had.

'Mama it feels so good, nurse Maggie's makin' it all better.

It don't hurt near bad as it did.'

His mama told him to be gentle with me, 'She ain't used to no big prong like yers Luke, so you be sweet ya hear?' All of a sudden, like I was getting a command from somewhere, I let go of the boy's dick and yanked my panty hose off. It was one of those 'out of body' kinda things - like somebody else was doing it. I hiked my uniform up and sat my naked butt on the edge of my desk. I unbuttoned the front of my blouse and pulled my bra down under my tits. I swell up in the bust when I get real hot - I KNOW you noticed THAT. And that day, I got ENORMOUS. I thought the kid was gonna cum on himself just gawking at me.

'Mama -- look—she's bigger'n Bobby Sue.' He was drooling then, and I reached out and pulled him toward me. 'Luke, you stick that big fat dick in nurse Maggie right now - I want you to FUCK me. I want you to fuck the ever lovin' shit outta me. I want you to fuck every big fat inch of that beautiful 'swole-up' prick of yours inside me, and I want you to KEEP fucking me till I tell you to CUM in me. I don't CARE if you knock me up, I want it NOW -- FUCK me Luke—fuck me with your big fat PRICK.'

"I couldn't believe it was me even saying it, but he was inside me in a matter of seconds. He was just waiting for the word and he POUNCED on me. He jammed that fat bastard up in me and I thought I would split in two. GOD he was so fucking HUGE. My butt was slipping around in a puddle of pussy juice on my desk as I wiggled and jerked my hips back at every thrust he put to me, and let me tell you, the boy was just fucking my BRAINS out. He looked so happy as that fat prick slipped in and out of my wet throbbing pussy. In and out and in and out, he fucked and fucked and FUCKED me till I was trembling with the biggest orgasm I'd ever had. No MAN had ever done that to me before. Not like THAT.

"I kept bucking my hips back at him, faster and faster - I knew he was about to cum from the look - I KNOW that look. I wasn't thinking about whether I'd get knocked up or not. Strange as it seems, I WANTED to feel great big GOBS of cum inside me - splattering against the wall of my uterus, filling me up and making me all warm and gushy. All I could think about was having so much cum in me it would run down my legs all the way to my ankles when I stood up. I'd always loved the feeling of cum gushing into me, but I'd been on birth control and it wasn't a risk. Now I knew what a HUGE risk it was and that made it even MORE exciting for me.

'Oh you poor baby,' I told Luke, 'nurse Maggie knows how much you need to cum. You must be ready to BUST, you poor thing. Cum in Maggie, come on and FUCK me till you cum, Luke. Make me big like your mama - make me all pregnant like your sisters, Luke. Knock me up baby. Do you know how big nurse Maggie's TITS are gonna get when she's pregnant Luke. I'll be HUGE for you baby, and I'll let you SUCK on me all you want - would you like that?' I could see his little head nod ever so slightly as he jerked and squirmed and fucked me silly. And then it happened.

"I thought I was prepared for it, but I had no idea. The first blast out of his big prong felt like it went all the way up in my throat. Then I felt it gushing into my pussy - filling me up - dumping what felt like a pint of warm sticky sperm in me. He kept pumping and pumping. It was oozing out of me as fast as he was fucking it into me then. I was FULL of cum and it was running out of my pussy all over the desk. There was so much of it, some of it dripped off the desk onto the floor. I'd never in my life seen that much cum.

"That happened 6 weeks ago. I knew the minute that boy started cumming in me that he'd knocked me up. I could almost feel his sperm finding my eggs. There was just so MUCH of it. What I didn't know is just HOW knocked up he'd gotten me. I can't say I wasn't warned, and I knew I was fertile as a mink. God knows, I fucked him like one. What did I expect, right? Still, when I started showing after only a month, I was shocked. I knew something BIG was happening inside me. I still don't know how big, but I guess I'll find out right?"

"Yeah, we'll find out," I heard myself say. I couldn't believe Maggie had shared all that with me. What had me worried then was: how many boys like Little Luke might have been out there. Fucking the daylights out of their sisters and teachers, and MOTHERS. Did they all have THAT much sperm? Did they all know when girls were fertile? Did they send these girls into a trance with their huge dicks like Luke did to Maggie? If they're knocking up their relatives, what about the effects of all that inbreeding on their sexual and reproductive characteristics?

Like I said, Maggie had set me up for a story I'd never forget. She'd also given me more variables to consider - more than I needed. I damn near lost it in my pants listening to her describe her seduction at the hands of this big dicked boy. Then I realized how close to the hotel we'd gotten. When that reality hit me, I'd been able to regain at least SOME composure. It was tough to keep my mind on anything else after Maggie let me in on her little secret though. I got hard all over again when I thought about how pregnant she must have been. I'd never known a woman to show that early, and Maggie had already developed quite a belly.

I had to concentrate on my family again. Peggy would want to talk about her day with the kids, the house hunt and school. I was back in my daddy role again as Maggie dropped me off. She gave my leg a little squeeze and told me not to worry about figuring it all out - that we'd get to the bottom of it sooner or later.

She looked down at her swollen belly, stroked it with both her hands and said, "You'll get to watch me grow mister, won't that be fun?" Finally, after one last giggle, Maggie drove off. I tried to think of anything but my work, or Maggie, as I walked toward the room at the hotel. I didn't want Peggy to see me with my crotch bulging - not until SHE had the opportunity to make it happen anyway. I did manage to get it under control. It still felt a bit swollen - but not THAT kind of swollen. I had enough to worry about so I dismissed it to my imagination.

Peggy threw her arms around me the minute I walked in the room. I felt lucky to have to have such a babe for a wife. The kids were in the adjacent rooms, so at least I had a little time to catch up on their day before dinner. Peggy was glowing. It was hard to put my finger on it, but something was different about her.


Part 6

"Boy, did WE have a hectic day, how about you sweetie? Did you remember to get my aspirin? My head is killing me." Peggy had her arms round my neck and gave me a little kiss on the lips. I told her the pharmacist had been really nice and gave me some from his bulk supply. I hadn't even looked at the bottle, but he'd gone to the trouble of labeling it. ULTRA STRENGTH ANALGESIC TAKE 1 OR 2 EVERY 4 HOURS FOR PAIN.

"Wow, these are biggest pain pills I've ever seen - I hope they do the trick. I think I'll take 2 just to be sure I'm good company for my baby tonight." Peggy downed them and sat on the bed next to me. "I have a surprise for you, but maybe I should wait till later. The kids are probably hungry and I don't want to start anything we can't finish. Besides, this headache just WON'T go away. I took two aspirin the desk clerk gave me over an hour ago, and it's still hanging on. I better try another one of those pain pills just in case." I knew Peggy had something up her sleeve, and I wasn't letting her off the hook that easy.

"It's not like you to tease your poor husband like that," I said. "You tell me right NOW what this surprise is, you little minx." She gave me one of her smirks and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her loose blouse.

"I don't quite understand this Bill, but your little wifey is having herself a bit of a growth spurt." She kept unbuttoning, slowly, as she smirked at me again - one button at a time until her blouse was open. "I guess you wanna see what I'm talking about, huh?" Peggy took her blouse off and locked her thumbs under the shoulder straps of her bra - right above the cups. She yanked up on them causing her tits to wobble like Jell-O. "I've loosened them as far as they'll go, and I'm on the last set of hooks in the back, and well—as you can see—there's just too much of me. Look at me, Billy—I'm bigger than when I was nursing Melissa and Meagan. I thought maybe it was that time of month, but that's two weeks away and I never get THIS big then anyhow."

It wouldn't have taken much to get me excited that night, not after all I'd seen and heard that day. Seeing my wife's tits swollen up like balloons was overkill. I got the biggest hard-on in my recent memory, in about 11 seconds. My heart was racing and my hands were shaking as I stood up in front of her. I looked down at her sitting on the bed and I began to rub my throbbing member. She looked immense as she sat there spilling out of her bra. My wife had never been close to that size before. I pushed her big tits together then, watching a foot of creamy cleavage bulge out the cups of that inadequate bra she was coming out of.

It was more than I could handle. I felt the cum start to surge in my balls - like a volcano was going to erupt out of them. I pulled my dick out and pumped on it, aiming it straight at my pretty wife's big tits. Then I came. GOD it felt good. Spurt after spurt, I felt it gushing out of my swollen blue balls and splattering all over her big chest. It kept spurting out and some of it hit her chin, dripping down to join the rest as she rubbed it all in. I'd been suffering all day long, and it was finally time - my body had taken over and gave itself what it needed - sweet release.

"Oh my goodness, my baby got all excited over his little wifey's big tits huh? Oh, you poor baby. I guess we better get cleaned up so we can go out and get some dinner. You made quite a mess, sweetie." She grinned up at me as she wiped the cum off her chin. It felt so good to let go like that, even though it wasn't the fucking I'd planned to give Peggy that night. At least my balls felt better, and we'd have plenty of time later that night. I got hard again just thinking about it. I was going to fuck Peggy's eyeballs out. We showered, dressed and were about to gather the kids when my wife told me I'd better sit down for a minute.

"Honey, I don't want you to worry or be upset about this, but I think I'd better tell you." I hated it when Peggy prefaced anything like that. It was rarely good news. "You've probably been wondering about Dee n' Deb haven't you?" I nodded my head. She noticed the concern furrowing my brow. "Don't worry now Billy, I'm sure they'll be fine—it's just that—well—let's just say I'm not the only one who's experienced some changes today. And -- well—they have even more company now. We have two more daughters who are—blossoming rather quickly I'm afraid." I told Peggy I was relieved to hear that Julie and Jennie finally "sprouted". I told her about their little tirade this morning, and how I was afraid there would be no peace in this family for a while.

"We'll deal with it all sweetie, I said - let's just get something to eat and the kids can tell me all about their big day." It was encouraging that something normal had happened. I stood up and started to head toward the door when Peggy stopped me.

"Bill honey, maybe you better sit down and let me tell you the rest of it." What now, I wondered. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this sweetie, but you'll see for yourself soon enough. For Julie and Jenny, it's business as usual in the bosom department. Nothing happening there - I mean NOTHING. And they're none too happy." I'm sure Peggy saw the color drain from my face. I certainly FELT it. I was stuttering then.

"You mean—Muh..MMeagan—and—MMelissa are.." Peggy just nodded. "Bbbut they're not even 9 yet, and they haven't even reached pube—I mean, they haven't started their menstr.." before I could finish, Peggy looked me in the eye and nodded again—and again.

"I know it's all too sudden Billy, but maybe you'll come to some findings soon and we can make some sense of it all. There's something HERE doing this, I just know it. In the meantime, try not to stare at them, dear. They've already figured out that men like the looks of their "boobies" as they call them. None of them need any encouragement. We'll have to pay some extra attention to our first born for a while. They look so defeated Bill - it just breaks my heart." Peggy could see I had some questions on my face. She was good at that - and at coming up with the answers.

"I guess you're wondering how big the 'problem' is, huh? Well, I had to buy them all bras today - and I'd say it's a pretty big problem. We were drawing quite a bit of attention from the older boys at school. Even some of the teachers looked a little longer than they should have. Well, we're new to town too, so I guess that was some of it. At any rate, they looked obscene with nothing on underneath." Peggy still wasn't answering my question. She had an annoying way of talking AROUND a subject, giving you bits and pieces before getting to the point. She finally zeroed in on it.

"At one point today I felt like I was in a science fiction movie. They had changed in a matter of hours. It was freaky, Bill. It's stopped now, thank GOD. We bought their bras late this afternoon at a little shop on the square. The woman said you'd stopped in there on your tour of the town. It was the only place that had anything close to fitting them. I could not believe what I saw in there. I was afraid to take the girls in, but I was desperate. At least the other kids were still at school and didn't see it."

"So you found something to fit them?" I finally asked.

"Well, sort of - their clothing and foundations are designed for girls in 'this' condition." Peggy held her arms out 2 feet in front of her abdomen and smirked at me. I told her I knew that and asked her to PLEASE get to the point. "The point is, Mr. Impatient, that most of the bras were too BIG. Your little girls were loving the whole experience though - they were in heaven trying all those bras on, one after another, right in the middle of the store. We were the only ones in there, so I figured 'what the hell'. The shopkeeper said we'd need to measure them since it didn't look like anything there was going to work. She had a new line of altered bras for younger girls who were 'just starting to bloom' as she put it, and thought one of them might work. Their 'GROWING GIRLS' collection would have just the thing she said. Then she asked when our 'little ones' had started to sprout and said, 'They really are adorable Miss, though not quite as 'healthy' as some of the girls out here in the country if you know what I mean.'

"I told her we'd already noticed several young girls who were rather overly endowed and that our children had just begun to sprout since we'd arrived here yesterday. I know she could see the concern in my face Bill, and she tried to put my mind at ease. 'Ma'am, I've seen this happen a lot. It's not all that uncommon, and the girls end up fine and healthy. There is one thing you need to do though - I'd recommend applying a generous amount of this lotion twice a day to avoid serious stretch marks. That's VERY rapid growth and this cocoa butter with soothing emollients will help ease those growing pains. They'll thank you for it later - believe me. I must say that your little ones have made quite a start. Especially these two.' I'm glad you're still sitting down, Billy." I looked at Peggy with a question on my face again. Then she saw me answer it myself.

"Peggy, are you telling me that—Meagan—and Melissa— are—"

She finished my sentence for me, "They're BIGGER honey - bigger than Dee and Deb by a full cup size. The woman at the store wasn't surprised - she'd seen it before. Nothing seemed to faze that woman. She told me that several times a month she'd have customers come in with a girl who'd outgrown her older sister in the bust, and curiously, they were all about the same age. They were 8 to 9 years old in every case she could remember. I ended up buying 2 each of what she called "Junior A and Junior B cups" for Dee and Deb. She said Melissa and Meagan needed 2 each of the Junior B and Junior C cups. They were all a little loose but she told me, 'from my experience dear, they'll fit fine before you know it. And they'll need the bigger size sooner than you think.'

I just shook my head in resignation and looked at my wife. I told her I had even more motivation then to sort out the mystery that surrounded us - especially surrounding the children. As if I hadn't taken on enough already, I had my own children's well being to concern me - not to mention my wife's. Peggy said it was time to go eat. I never argued with her about that.

"Let's gather the kids honey - we'll have a fun dinner, maybe go for a little ride. It'll be fine, and you need to let them see you in a good mood, OK?"

I nodded at her and smiled, "OK Peg, you got a deal. No brooding tonight. I just hope we can cheer up Jule and Jen." I felt alright then—still worried, but alright. Peggy had a way of making me believe that everything would be OK. We went to gather one batch of kids. We'd put Adam and Peter in a room with Meagan and Melissa. Dee n' Deb were in the other room with Julie and Jen. Our older kids had taken to looking after their younger siblings as well as any responsible adult, and I'd always been so proud of them for that. When we got to the room Meagan and Melissa were in, I lost some of my confidence in Adam, our oldest son. He was sitting on the bed on "his side" of the room playing Nintendo while Meagan, Peter and Melissa were beating each other up over the last bottle of spring water.

"Give it to me, you little turd, it's MINE." Meagan was trying to wrestle the bottle away from her brother. It looked like Melissa had finally given up. She was sitting there pouting with her arms folded under her ---- BREASTS? -- .. My GOD, I'd just listened to Peggy tell me about it but it didn't register. Not really -- .not until I saw -- . I looked at my wife in shock.

My 8-year-old (well, almost 9) daughter was sitting there with—

BREASTS. They looked swollen, bigger than I'd imagined - and on such a little girl. Meagan got the bottle away from Peter and turned it up, chugging every last drop like a drunken wino. The floor of the room was littered with empty bottles of the stuff. It looked like they'd downed most of the case Peggy had bought at the grocery just the night before. I heard Melissa start whining as I glanced around the room wondering why they'd consumed so much of that stuff.

"Mommy it hurts. Look at it -- .my BRA—I think it's too tight.. OUCH! It's pinching me—I wanna take it off! Get it off me, Mommy." Peggy handled it a lot more smoothly than I could have.

"Honey, calm down, we'll go in the bathroom and put the bigger one on."

"But Mommy, this IS the bigger one. What am I gonna do? - they're getting' BIG, Mommy. My boobies are growing again!"

Meagan had yanked her little t-

shirt up over her bra. There, bursting out the top of her 'child-sized' C-cup brassiere was a pair of swollen TITS. Not 'little mounds' like I'd seen on Dee and Deb. Not the puffy little 'buds' associated with the onset of puberty, but TITS. Meagan made eye contact with me - and more. She sensed something in the way I looked at her, I could tell, and she gave me an impish little smile. An accomplished little smirk that said: 'I'm very pleased with myself, and I see you are too.' I'd never felt stronger chemistry before, even with a grown woman - not even with the mother of my children. Meagan kept her gaze fixed on me for a minute, then she looked down at her bulging young chest and pushed her tits together with her forearms. She smiled up at me again.

"See how big I am, daddy? I have BIG boobies. They're getting' bigger too!" Then she giggled and hefted them with her little hands, looking down once again at her absurdly swollen bosom. I had to turn around before the child (or Peggy) saw me. She'd given me a hard-on like I couldn't believe. I could feel the blood rushing into my prick like someone had pressed the plunger on a big syringe connected to it. I hoped she didn't know or understand what she'd just done, but I was afraid she understood EXACTLY what she'd just done. I began to try moving my thoughts to something - ANYTHING else. Out of the blue it hit me - like a ton of bricks. The blood rushed out of my dick as quickly as it had rushed in.

I don't know what possessed me to do what I did next. A bigger mystery is why I hadn't done it before. I picked up one of the bottles of water and read everything on the label. I'd seen the slogan, their logo of course, and knew it was a local product. It was something in the fine print that sent me into a state of panic - the stuff with copyrights and trademarks and such. There in tiny type was part of the answer to my problem:

"Bottled and distributed by Fertile Valley Water Co. A subsidiary


Fertile Valley Foods, Inc. - Lucas P. Daniels, Chairman."

It was that fucking PREACHER. And head of the company that

bottled the water my children were drinking. The lunatic that wanted every female from 6 to 60 knocked up and spitting out babies like machines. He owned a freaking FOOD company of all things!! My mind was reeling with the implications. Peggy was watching the blood run out of my face as I finished reading the label. She could feel my panic, I'm sure. I hoped the kids couldn't. I was mad at MYSELF too. How could I not have sensed it? How could I not at least suspect that something my little girls were consuming had caused them to—

Then I remembered - I'd consumed it too—and Peggy—no wonder she—and my innocent little boy Peter. I went back and forth from panic to anger then. When I looked around and counted all those bottles on the floor, the potential damage really hit home. My youngest children had consumed more of this stuff than anyone else in the family. Far more. Of the 24 one-liter bottles in that case Peggy bought, 18 empties were strewn about that room. Cheerfully, I asked Peggy to go next door and check on the rest of the gang, trying not to appear too freaked out in front of my kids.

I whispered in her ear, "If there's ANY of that crap left - pour it in the toilet." I'd seen a bottle with a couple of ounces left in it under a chair. I'd planned to take it before the kids discovered it, and analyze it at the lab the next day. I told Meagan she could go in the bathroom and get out of that contraption for now and promised that her Mom would see about getting her some new ones in the morning. "Don't you worry about it Pumpkin, get changed and we'll have a nice dinner - whatever you want." She ran over and hugged me, and I handed her one of Peter's dress shirts. "This will do for now."

"But DAD—" she said.

"I know it's a boy's shirt sweetie, but wear it just tonight


While Meagan was in the bathroom, I cornered Melissa and Peter: Kids, "this is important. I want you to tell daddy how much of that water each of you drank. Now you're not going to get in any trouble, and everything's fine, so just tell me the truth." Peter offered the first answer while Melissa absently rubbed her growing breasts.

"Well Dad, it was kinda tough, you know, getting' much of it at all. They were always fightin' over it so I went over to Dee and Deb's and stole some o' theirs. I guess I had 3 or 4 bottles of it."

"OK," I said, "let's say that's 4 out of the 18 bottles I see here. Melissa honey, tell daddy how many you had."

"Well, like Peter said, we were always fightin' over it and that greedy little PIG Meagan ended up stealing most of mine this afternoon. It's really GOOD too daddy - and I didn't get my share. I only got 5 or 6 of 'em maybe - I think I should get Meagan's share next time." Oh great, I thought. I'd have to explain why they couldn't have any more, and I'd have to do it without scaring them half to death. Like I was scared half to death of what the stuff had already done to us. Doing some quick arithmetic, Peter and Melissa had 9 or 10 bottles between them. That left a balance of 8 or 9 empties in that room - allegedly consumed by one top heavy little Meagan. If there was a direct correlation between their bust expansion and the amount of water they consumed, one of my little girls was going to end up a very BIG girl indeed.

End of part 6

Fertile Valley 7

After all I'd witnessed that first full day in Fertile Valley, I'd expected to return to my family at the hotel and relax - insulated from the cares of my professional life - removed from the mysteries that surrounded me in this weird little place. Instead, solving those mysteries became even more urgent that night. It became personal then - as personal as it gets. It involved my family, and they meant everything to me.

There were some very dramatic growth surges occurring in them, as Peggy had warned me - a definite cause for concern. As scary as it was, I found it all very arousing. Of course, I'd enjoy Peggy’s new 'assets' to my heart’s content - as long as there was nothing to harm her, I was delighted.

It was the change in my daughter Meagan that disturbed me most - not just the degree of change - though that was staggering - but her attitude toward it. She seemed to be enjoying it tremendously, reveling in the attention. I hoped she wouldn't flaunt her new endowments. I didn't know if my heart could take it. Plus, we'd be in for a whole new set of problems with boys buzzing around her.

Melissa, Peter and I were waiting for her to get out of the bathroom so we could get on our way to dinner. She'd been in there for a while - it shouldn’t have taken that long for the kid to yank off her tight bra and put on her brother’s shirt. I had to find out if she was OK so I went over to the door and asked her if she'd fallen in.

"They hurt daddy…my boobies are SORE… so I’m rubbing some o'that cocoa butter stuff on 'em… Ohh…it feels better daddy. Oooo, it feels REALLY good to rub this stuff on 'em, but I'll be out in a minute OK." I stood there for a minute longer and listened at the door while my daughter started to moan softly. Her little moans of pleasure were growing more intense - it sounded like my child was having sex in there. I thought it was about time to put my foot down.

"Meagan, you get dressed… and you get out here right now young lady."… 'But DAD!'… "I said NOW Meagan." My kids always knew when I was serious, so she appeared in pretty short order. She'd left the last few buttons of her brother's shirt undone and tied the tails in a knot right under her tits. Her bare midriff was exposed. I probably should have made her put a t-shirt on underneath, but I didn't. And it was a big mistake.

That creamy white little tummy of hers was adorned with quite a substantial belly button - an 'outie', just like her mom's. The size of the thing astounded me - it was big around as a quarter. I guess I'd never paid it much attention before.

The shirt didn’t look nearly as big on her as I thought it would, nor did it disguise the presence of her new bosom as well as I'd hoped. Peter's shirt wasn't designed to contain what billowed out from Meagan's chest. I tried not to look at her, but she made eye contact with me again and smirked. Then she looked down at her swollen boobs with a growing sense of pride. I could feel the chemistry building between us again. Like static electricity in the dead of winter, it was strong - almost crackling. She looked up at me, grinning from ear to ear then and asked me "Do I look OK daddy?"

Yuh ..yu…you look fine honey I stammered. I couldn’t help but notice that her breasts looked even larger without the bra on. It was stimulating, and it was frightening all at the same time. Meagan continued to torment me by catching my eye, then glancing down at her chest and smiling back up at me. She KNEW, I thought to myself. She knew it excited me... and she was playing it for all it was worth. The relationship she’d initiated was just WRONG - one that I knew would be disastrous if I allowed it to develop. But I was in control, after all. What was I worried about? I would put a stop to it, and right away.

I heard Peggy calling from outside. They we ready she said, and heading for the van. Maybe I’d feel better after dinner I thought, but right then, I was a ball of nerves. Adam had been sitting there like he was in outer space – oblivious to any of the activity in the room. He'd even quit playing Nintendo. I called him back to earth and we joined the rest of the gang outside.

Fertile Valley had the obligatory "fast food row" and an odd assortment of local restaurants serving everything from Mexican food to fried catfish. One little place – Ma's Kettle – had a little sign out in the gravel parking lot advertising 'Home Cooked Roast with Smashed Taters n' Gravy and 2 Vegs - $3.95' It sounded like just what we needed- some good old home-cooked food. I missed my wife's cooking, and I'm sure the kids did too. We always talked about our day around the dinner table, and although I couldn't tell them much about mine, I was anxious to hear about theirs.

"Honey you're just gonna LOVE one of the houses we saw today. It's a great big old rambling two-story farmhouse with 6 bedrooms 4 baths –and a breathtaking view out the kitchen window. It's not in the greatest shape, but the rent is CHEAP. And after all, we'll only be here for a couple of years – it's not like we're buying the place." Peter put his two cents in: "Yeah Dad, and there's this awesome driveway that goes down a hill – I finally have a place I can skateboard without mom yellin' at me." Well, what about it Adam?, Girls? What did you think of this dream palace? Adam was his normal, excited self at that point: "Yeah, whatever."

The girls on the other hand, were split down the middle - each group with a strong opinion. "It's a DUMP" said Julie. "I think it needs some paint" added Jen. Debbie sided with her older sisters – "Eeeeeww, the kitchen was gross looking." On the positive side, I heard "We can go swimmin' in the little creek" from Dee. and "There's plenty of bedrooms – not like that place where we had 3 or 4 of us in the same room!" from Melissa.

Meagan was too busy looking at her new chest to catch any of the conversation. She'd re-tied her shirt tail, stretching the material tighter across the fullest part of her bust. It made her appear even larger. Or had she GROWN larger? I wondered. She just stared down at those tits bulging out the front of her brother's shirt, like we weren't even there.

It was cold in the restaurant and I noticed her nipples for the first time. They were simply ENORMOUS. That's what she was staring at. I muffled a gasp when I saw them. Nobody else but Peggy seemed to notice, which was good. There was enough sibling rivalry already. Peggy whispered in my ear when she saw me staring at Meagan's chest. "My lord, she could nurse twins with those things Bill…she's HUGE honey. I better get her attention."

"Earth to Meagan" Peggy called out. "Tell daddy what you thought about the house sweetie."… "Oh, yeah, well I liked the big trees out in the yard. It's really a neat yard with lots of places to hide, and there's hardly any houses around." Peggy confirmed Meagan's assessment. "It really does have a lovely yard Billy, and our closest neighbors are half a mile away. We'd have lots of privacy, and the kitchen can be cleaned up OK."

"Sounds like we have a winner" I said, to some grumbling from the opposing team. "Now kid's, you know I always go with your mother's judgment on things like this. We'll be happy there if she thinks it'll work, OK?"

They all seemed agreeable enough at that point, and I was glad – it was time to eat.

The waitress came over to take our order and we all had the dinner special. Peggy always made sure we got our veggies and plenty of protein. "Growing girls need their protein." She'd let it slip out before she even thought about it I guess. Jules and Jen looked at their mother like they wanted to stab her. To add insult to injury, my other 4 girls giggled and stuck their chests out.

There weren't many people in the little place and I was glad. The dining room was small, with 10 or 12 tables crammed in it. We had it almost to ourselves until our food came out. Then close to 20 people came in at the same time. It was Friday night at 5:30 – dinnertime there, and the pace was picking up. I was starving, and dug right in. But I became distracted when the last bunch came in.

I hadn't seen any examples of that particular type of family before, though Maggie had mentioned it in our first meeting. She said families like the one I was ogling were frequent visitors to the ER. I'm glad I'd almost finished my food. It was hard to concentrate on anything else when these people got close and I got a good look at them.

They sat at the table right next to us. I broke out in a sweat as I watched the girls struggling to get situated at the table. The 'men' of the family were of little help. Actually there was just one man – a 40ish oaf with a beer belly and a grizzly beard. There were 3 boys - one around 8, the other maybe 10 and a young teenager. All of them sat down right away and grabbed a menu while the poor girls tried to squeeze their pregnant young bodies into the tight confines around the table. I watched more closely as they tried to maneuver their way in to the chairs, holding on to the table and chair-backs for support.

The girls were very, VERY pregnant. Every one of them.

I couldn't help but notice the vicious cycle that Maggie had referred to when she spoke of the families coming in to the ER. There were 6 girls in all. The oldest looked no more than 18, but I guessed she'd have to be. There were a set of triplets 11 or 12 years old and a set of twins, maybe 9 or 10, all calling her 'Ma.'

I remembered all too well what Peggy looked like when she was about to deliver Melissa and Meagan. They were our biggest twins at birth - over 9 pounds each - and they made my wife's belly so fucking huge I had to help her move around the last 2 months she was pregnant.

The pregnant twins were every bit as huge as Peggy had been with Meagan and Melissa. Remarkably, their breasts were even larger than Peggy's. They were truly identical in every way. They must have gotten knocked up at the same time, I thought. I could picture them lying side-by-side with their legs up in the air - bucking their hips back at their brothers as they fucked like little bunnies – whimpering, then getting their young pussies pumped full of all too potent sperm.

Their sisters' bellies were even bigger. Like Maggie had described, this family was a cycle repeating itself. The triplets all looked like they could go into labor at any minute. They were full to bursting, each of them hugely pregnant with their own set of triplets (at least). I marveled at the size of their bloated tummies. I stared at them openly - unaware of what my family was doing.

The babies completely overwhelmed their young bodies – their bellies starting a gentle curve outward, right under their flat chests – then bulging out 'egg shaped' where the babies had settled in low and wide. They were so pretty and…SO…..FUCKING…..PREGNANT! I suppose I'd seen pregnant women that large before, but only in photographs. These girls were all too real, and only 5 feet away from me.

I felt hypnotized as I watched one of the triplets take a break from the whole ordeal of getting situated. She eased her shoulders back in a stretch and placed her hands at the small of her back causing her belly to bulge out obscenely. The girl had no modesty at all – the bottom half of her dress had been unbuttoned, draping loosely in front of her. The new posture she assumed made her grossly swollen tummy poke right out through the open gap in the dress – the material hanging at the sides of her naked belly.

She straightened up again and began scratching – all over her big belly full of babies. The kid could barely reach her arms around her bulging middle it was so huge – but she managed. She flicked her fingers over her belly button then. The fucking thing had popped out the size of a ping-pong ball, and poking out of the kid's gigantic belly, it looked like the biggest nipple I'd ever seen in my life.

At that moment, the vision of that huge pregnant child with her big belly button was permanently etched into my memory. It was one of those images that never leaves you – one that makes your dick hard the second it enters your mind. I felt Peggy's punch at my arm then – she'd become aware of my interest and brought me back to reality. The girl they called 'Ma' spoke up all of a sudden, getting my whole family's attention:

"Ya could at least try and help yer sister git in that chair Jimmy Ray - you the one gott'er belly all swole up like that ." The girl was yelling at the teenaged boy still looking at the menu. He looked so stupid I was surprised he could read. He reluctantly got up and took his pregnant sister by the arm. He guided her sideways into position on the chair and she swiveled to face the table. The other boys followed his example and helped the rest of the girls.

I caught the oldest girl's profile then as she wedged her way in to the last seat. She was so huge, she could've been pregnant with a horse. I didn't want my children to hear any more comments from this family. I'd have enough to explain as it was, so I told Peggy to head to the van with them, and that I wanted to see if these people would be part of my research test group. She gave me a 'yeah, right buddy' kind of smirk but went along with me. I was serious about my intentions.

I introduced myself to the fat bastard at the end of the table, and the eldest girl. I explained that I was doing some research at the hospital that involved improving the health of newborn twins, triplets and so on (OK, so I lied a little) and that I had a lot of questions they could answer. They would get a free physical, including all kinds of blood tests, and medicine for their children – I could even pay them I said. That got the fat bastard's attention.

"How much money we talkin' here Doc?" I told him depending on the number of family members involved and the amount of time it took, it could be as much as 7 or 8 hundred dollars, and that I'd need them at the hospital by 10AM the following Monday. "We'll be there Doc – ya want ALL the young-uns there?" I told him it would be helpful if everyone in the immediate family were there. That seemed hard for him to grasp at first. Then I explained what I really needed was any sons and daughters, his wife, and any grandchildren. He finally got it.

One of the twins at the end of the table started whining all of a sudden. "Pa, mah TITS are leakin' again, and they HURT!" I was really happy my kids were outside at that point. The kid ripped open the top of her dress, hauled one of her big tits out of her bra, and sprayed milk all over the table. "You stop that Ellie - you ain't in the barn ya know!!" the oldest girl shouted at her. The pregnant twin proceeded to pull her other big breast out of the bra, and let it go too – some of it hit the oldest girl in the face. "Pa, tell'er ta quit that" the oldest girl pleaded. "Now Ellie, yer Ma told ya to feed them young-uns o'yours 'fore we left the house – now you just gonna have to wait."

My mouth fell open as I heard this exchange, and I just had to ask the oldest girl if what I'd heard was true. Had I misunderstood, or did I just hear that her daughter already had babies? "Well, I guess you gonna find out soon anyhow – my Pa done knocked her up twice already 'fore he planted them two that's swellin' her belly now. Her twin sister Tessie too. Preacher says he done good by his family. Pa done spread his seed real good mister. The same seed that made me up inside my Ma, and made Ellie and Tessie inside o'me has got them two all swole up with more young-uns on the way."

So you mean, he's THEIR father too? And they were only…The girl stopped me, and as she giggled a little, said "Pa likes ta start us young –says it's good for us. Ellie was the youngest though – he had her swellin' up by her eighth birthday. Tessie showed her belly just a few days later - and they both been knocked up ever since. I think it was cuz they growed 'em such a big ole pair o' tits fer young-uns. Pa likes 'em big, and they git bigger ever' time he plants another set o' young-uns in their belly." She wasn't kidding – the tits on those twin girls were huge, and so full of milk they looked like they could explode.

I told the girl and her 'Pa' that we'd talk about all of it more when they came to the hospital, and I thanked them for participating in my study. I paid our check and headed out the door. My mind was racing with all kinds of explanations for the early sexual development of the children I'd just seen, and all their pregnancies at such an early age. If their mother was right, the youngest girls had become pregnant when they were only 7. And they already had breasts – big ones apparently. Some chemical agent was responsible for it I thought, although I'd heard of isolated cases of pregnancy in girls that young before – even younger. I had no reason to doubt the girl's word.

Peggy wanted to go for a little ride before we headed back to the hotel, so we went by the house they told me about. There was a beautiful sunset silhouetting the farm-house when we drove by. I could see us living there among the gentle rolling hills of the valley surrounding it.

A big oak tree in the front yard would provide shade for the next summer. The line of pine trees flanking the north side of the property would provide a nice wind break in the winter. The paint wasn't in horrible shape despite the complaint I'd heard from the peanut gallery. I told Peggy to find out how soon we could move in and we headed for the hotel.

I would have a big day ahead, we told the kids, and 'Mommy and Daddy had a lot to talk about.'

Mommy and Daddy 'talked' until 2AM. It reminded me of our discussion the night we created Julie and Jenny. Peggy had misplaced her diaphragm, but since she was on the pill, and it wasn't a fertile time of month for her, she assured me everything would be "fine."

We went at it like teenagers as Peggy pushed an arsenal of new buttons on me. My wife brought up every detail of the girls we saw at the restaurant that night – how busty… how young…how pretty… how PREGNANT they were. She pushed her big swollen tits together, bucking her hips back at me while I fucked her like a madman. Then she pushed a few buttons that surprised me - she'd been watching me closer than I thought, and she used what she saw to drive me wild.

I could hardly believe what came out of her mouth:

"You know what I think?" -she asked as she groaned and jerked under me-"I think my Billy got all horny looking at our daughter's tits - that's what. I saw you looking at our Meagan's little tummy too, you naughty boy. Did you wonder what it would look like stretching her pants tight with a baby? Is that what's got my baby all hard and ready to burst? Is that it Billy? Is it little Meagan with a big belly? Oh… FUCK me Billy…fuck me baby."

Peggy kept wriggling her hips faster and faster, swirling her wet pussy around on my dick - fucking me silly. "I think my baby's wondering how big his little girls' bosoms are gonna get too. How are you gonna stand it when our Meagan and Melissa start wobbling around the house 'cause I can't find bras big enough for them? Huh Billy? That day is coming Billy – they're already big and they're gonna get ENORMOUS. Are you ready baby?"

Peggy had become better than ever at getting to me – right to the core of what made me so horny I could scream. It was frightening how well she could read me. She knew her teasing would drive me to the brink of orgasm, then push me over the edge. It worked every time - all FIVE times. I came and came and CAME in her. She begged me to pull out the first time, but all too late. After that I figured it was a moot point. I dumped more cum in my wife that night than I had in the past 6 months. I finally passed out from sheer exhaustion.


The next morning, remembering Peggy's comment about paying more attention to our first born, I knocked on their door to say goodbye before I left for the lab. "Ya can't come in," Jenny yelled, "The little COWS are massaging their udders with skin cream." I decided to leave them alone and asked Peggy to have a 'heart to heart' talk with them as soon as possible. I didn't know what to say to them really, except that I loved them, and that might not have been enough right then.

Fortunately, I was getting an early start. With 5 hours sleep, a good breakfast and a hot shower, I was on my way to the hospital by 8 AM. On the way there I reflected on what Peggy teased me with to get me so hot the night before – she'd SEEN me ogling our daughter - she knew what it had done to me - and she didn't care. I believe she'd even picked up on Meagan flirting with me. Did she think I wanted to do more than look, and would she even care about THAT? She had used it successfully to make me cum my brains out. And if I knew Peggy, she would use it again.

It was all too strange and I would have to sort it out later, but I began to wonder about what she'd said – I really DID think about how big my girls' breasts would get. And worse – I even wondered what Meagan's tummy would look like a little more, well…you know.

I forced myself to think about work then. The first order of business would be to send the spring water out for analysis. I stopped by Maggie's office to say hello on the way in. She hadn't made it to work yet so I proceeded to my work area to get started. The hospital had equipped the lab completely – including an adequate supply of clean white lab rats, neatly organized by reproductive development, size and sex.

I had the water sample hand delivered to the nearest facility that could isolate the chemical elements – it had to be driven to Ashville, N.C. over 150 miles away. The nurse that recommended the lab said their results were reliable, but it could take up to 3 days to get a complete report from them. In an effort to forge ahead, I injected a few CCs of spring water into 2 of the female rats marked 'adult' among the group of cages lining the back wall of the lab.

There were other groupings marked 'pre-pubescent', 'possibly (or recently) fertile' 'pubescent' and 'young adult'. I thought I'd better test all the groups to have a valid comparison, and hopefully observe some short-term reaction to the chemical makeup of the water. I proceeded to inject the same amount of water into 2 female rats from each of the other groups. It would only be physical evidence, but that was all I had to work with, and it may prove enough to draw some initial conclusions. All I could do was wait then, so I familiarized myself with the surroundings and got my thoughts organized.

I went out to the van to get the box of personal items I always kept at my desk – photos of Peggy and the kids, favorite paperweights and such. I saw a flyer on my windshield – it was an ad for the personal appearance of that poster girl I saw at Dixon pharmacy. I started reading the flyer, which included a more recent photo of the girl than I'd seen on the poster.

"September 15 is here", it said. "The day we've all been waiting for –and the day every Fertile Valley poster girl looks forward to. 12 year old Emily Walton is due to deliver her triplets any day now. In tribute to that blessed event, she will be available to personally autograph a copy of her poster for you today at Dixon Drugs from 11AM to 1PM." My hands were shaking as I looked at the girl's photo on the flyer – it was identified and dated: 'Emily Walton on Sept. 1st, at 8 months and 2 weeks pregnant.' The kid's belly was substantially larger than it was in the poster. I kept reading:

"Fathers, you owe it to yourselves to witness, in person, the promise of new life being fulfilled within this growing child of God. You've seen the poster photo taken one month ago, now see the miracle that has blossomed forth since then, bringing this very pregnant young girl to full term. Emily will truly inspire you to do God's work in your own homes." My dick was already hard just looking at her picture. I wouldn't have trusted myself at my own home just then. I thought about how fucking HUGE that girl would be in person – two weeks after that picture was taken. There was more to the flyer:

Today is also the final day to register for next year's poster girl photo sessions – bring your girls to the Unity Church Community Center, right off the town square. Remember, as always we'll need a picture from each month of their blessed development – so mark your calendar for your assigned photo appointments. Judging for November's poster girl contest begins next week. All entries will be reviewed today at the Community Center "

I knew that I'd have to see that girl for myself after that 'come on' in the flyer. And I had to know what those photo sessions were all about. Something sounded fishy about the whole thing, and I was curious. On the way back in, I figured Maggie must have made it in to work, so I stopped by to thank her for the tour of the town, and for her help in getting the lab set up. She had made sure everything I'd asked for was there, and I told her I was truly grateful. Maggie had a rosy-cheeked 'glow' about her, and I commented on how happy she seemed.

"Little Luke came to see me this morning Bill, for the first time in 3 weeks. I think he got excited by what he saw, if you know what I mean." She smirked at me and poked her tummy out as big as she could. "I believe you two boys have the same taste in girls" she said giggling. Maggie reeked of cum and pussy juice, and her knees were wobbling. She limped over to me, rested a hand gently on my shoulder, and whispered in my ear: "The kid's gotten bigger Bill - I don't know how – but his prick was simply gigantic today. MUCH bigger than it was – and he fucked me so hard I can barely stand up."

Maggie sat down behind her desk then and suggested that her 'Little' Luke and the rest of the McCabe's might make an interesting case study. "If you saw that 'boy', you would know something wasn't normal Bill." I told her about the other family I had coming in that Monday and asked her to see if the McCabe's were interested, and find out when they would be available. I had plenty budgeted for that sort of case study, and the more data I carefully gathered, the more valid and reliable the results.

I was anxious to see what results, if any, my little rats had for me. Maggie said her workload was small that day and asked if she could join me in the lab for just a little to see what I was up to. I could use an assistant I thought, so I said, "sure, why not" and informed her of what I'd done already on the way back. I opened the cage with the adult females and examined one that I'd tagged and injected. Maggie grabbed a normal one for comparison and turned it over.

I heard a "WOW" from Maggie as her eyes darted from one underbelly to the other. "It's not a very big difference, but there it is – the pink nubs on your rat are bigger" she said. It was a noticeable difference, and it happened in less than an hour. It would be interesting to see what happened by the end of the day. We went to the opposite end of the spectrum to the pre-pubescent group and found no changes there. That didn't surprise me. The next results did.

Maggie grabbed one of the rats I'd injected from the 'possibly fertile' group, and I grabbed a normal one. She almost dropped hers when she looked down at it. "OH…MY…GOD!! Come and LOOK at this Bill. I don't fucking believe it. It can't be, but it…it's…holy SHIT!!" I threw my rat back in the cage and went over to where Maggie was standing. Her young female rat had developed 6 marble-sized protrusions on its underbelly capped by fat pink teats as big as the end of my finger.

I'd used rats for a dozen years in countless experiments. Never in my experience had I seen anything like this staggering amount of development. The chemical responsible for that phenomenon was powerful and expedient – and I suspected it worked directly on the pituitary gland. Nothing could have produced that degree of change without impacting the pituitary in a BIG way.

Part of the rush I got from my work was uncovering developments like this. My heart was racing. I was on to something now, and I couldn't wait to check the other groups. We had two groups left. When we looked at the pubescent samples, I'd expected to see even more astounding results, but they were less dramatic. They exhibited more of a change than the adult rats had, but less than the 'possibly fertile' group. It was the same story with the young adult group.

Aside from the youngest, they had all shown evidence of growth at varying degrees. My conclusion at that point was that somehow the drug acting on the pituitary had a more profound effect at a certain developmental stage. That stage, according to this evidence, was right at - or just prior to - the onset of puberty.

I thought about my little girls for a minute, and about Peggy. It hit me squarely between the eyes then – the pattern of their development matched what I'd seen at the lab that day. Meagan and Melissa had just started having periods when they began to guzzle the water. The results were impossible to ignore. Dee and Deb had shown a more modest amount of growth, though it had been amazing in its own right.

As for Peggy, there was still some mystery there, though her weight may have held the answer. When she gained weight, much of it went straight to her chest. She had been eating a lot lately, and knowing what I do, I NEVER discouraged her from that. Maybe the combination of that and the water made her so large all of a sudden. My thoughts turned back to the children.

I became even more concerned about my reaction to one of my daughters - and her flirtatious behavior toward me. Try as I might, I was not able to get her out of my mind. It had become difficult for me to focus for very long on anything else, and I didn't know what to do about it. I was fixated on the image of my daughter Meagan and her big chest. I could see her smirking, looking at me with her pretty blue eyes while she pushed her big tits together. I could hear her asking me: "See how big I am Daddy?"

Peggy complicated matters by getting me so hot over my own child. I knew it was wrong to feel the way I did, and I fought it. At the same time I felt helpless. I couldn't help thinking about that image Peggy had used on me – I pictured Meagan's tummy pushing out the front of a tight pair of jeans. Gently at first, then the button wouldn't close. She'd have to move the zipper down a notch soon as her bras became oh-so-tight from the strain of her swelling breasts. She looks up at me again and says: "See daddy – I'm HUGE for you."

Maggie had me by the shoulders, shaking me. I'd gone off the deep end. "Bill, are you OK? I thought we'd lost you." I came back to the world of the living and realized it was time to head downtown for the poster signing and to see what all this photo session business was about. Emily Walton would be worth the trip. I could feel it.


Fertile Valley – Part 8

"Oh my… it looks like Little Luke isn't the only one who's grown. My God Bill…you're big as a horse! What on earth were you thinking about when you went to la-la land?" Maggie had managed to bring me out of the fantasy I was having over my daughter. She was staring at my crotch with her mouth open just gaping at me. I had to gasp myself when I looked down and saw it.

"DAMN Bill… I knew you were hung… but I had no idea you were THAT big." Maggie was pointing at the bulge running down my pants leg. She'd broken a sweat and couldn't seem to take her eyes off my prick. I told her she was right - I wasn't that big before – that something had happened to me.

It turned me on to see Maggie standing there gawking at the thing. It was so heavy, I felt like I had a slab of meat hanging from my crotch. The worst part was that I'd lost all control of it. I felt a strange sense of euphoria all of a sudden, and the fucking thing got bigger. My nuts had swollen to the size of baseballs and I felt like I would explode out of my pants.

I fought the urge to jump on Maggie and stuff every inch of it up her pussy but that didn't keep my prick from getting bigger…and bigger. I couldn't believe what was happening and I continued to lose control of the situation.

"Oh my goodness Bill…look at it…Jesus…you're … you're so fucking… HUGE… and it…it's still growing…my GOD…it's even BIGGER now… It's that WATER you drank!! In the drugstore…you…you guzzled that shit." Maggie was right. I'd put away a couple of liters of it in the store - then the old man gave me a couple to take with us. I drank every drop of it, and even had some at the hotel before I discovered…well, you know.

Maggie locked the door to the lab and dropped to her knees in front of me. "Oh Bill… you just don't know how fucking HORNY you're making me. Dear GOD… just LOOK at the damn thing." Maggie had unzipped me and tried to haul my prick out, but it was too stiff by then. It was stuck in the left leg of my pants, so she yanked them and my underwear down around my knees. My prick sprang out and slapped her across the cheek.

Maggie was dripping sweat then, her wet hair plastered to her face. She looked up at me and grabbed my big schlong with both hands. She pumped it slowly, near the head, then further and further down until she was stroking up and down the entire length of my shaft. She spoke softly, slowly - almost whispering:

"I've never seen one like this Billy…you're bigger… so much bigger than that little boy. You're bigger than any man I've had…you know that mister? You have the cock of a horse Bill…and I want you. I want your big horse cock inside me, fucking my wet pregnant pussy. I've just been fucked and I'm dripping wet Billy, and I'm gonna fuck you till you splatter my insides with cum. Then I want you to cover my tits with it. Right now, I wanna make you even BIGGER."

Maggie rubbed the fat head of my bloated cock all over her face, as she yanked furiously on the shaft of it. I saw a spurt of pre-cum hit her upper lip. Her mouth began to bob up and down on the head of it. She looked so pretty down there sucking my grossly swollen cock. It bulged her cheek out obscenely every time I thrust my hips forward.

She grabbed my butt cheeks and started jerking me forward herself, and I had her head in my hands, jamming it down on the head of my prick –jerking off with her pretty mouth. I was barely able to get the head of it in her mouth then – she'd made my prick swell so much larger – her lips were stretched so tight around it I thought I'd split them open at the corners. She looked up at me again, quite pleased with her accomplishment.

"Oh goodness…Maggie DID make it bigger. You're too big for my mouth now sweetie. Does Billy wanna FUCK Maggie with his big horse cock now? Huh? Is that what Billy wants?" I told Maggie we shouldn't…we couldn't…it wouldn't be right, but still my prick continued to swell. Maggie was grinning and looking at my dick. "Bill I know what your mind is telling you, but your big prick wants something else. It wants my hot pregnant pussy wrapped around it, and Maggie's gonna give this big boy what he wants." It was hopeless – I was too far gone to turn back then.

I picked Maggie up off her knees and carried her over to an examination table. I sat her down on the edge, and she unbuttoned her uniform.

What I saw before me was a freshly-fucked, dripping wet, knocked-up little slut who needed it bad. Her pantyhose was soaked through with cum and pussy juice - from the fucking she'd just gotten from the boy, and all the excitement over my huge new dick. Maggie had made me hornier than I'd ever been in my life. I yanked her hose off her and threw them in the corner. A puddle of cum belched out of her pussy all over the table as she moaned: "Oh God, look at all of it, Bill. I was already full of cum, and now you're just gonna have me SWIMMING in it. I'm ready for a REAL fuck now."

She looked so nasty sitting there in a pool of that kid's cum. I slipped my prick into her slowly – she gasped as more and more of it went in. I couldn't stand it any longer – I jammed it in her then. She put her arms around my neck and hung on for dear life. I'd forgotten how hot a pregnant woman's pussy was, or how wet. Maggie gave out a little yelp as the length of my big dick found its way inside her.

"God, I feel like I have a mule inside me…oh Billy you're so…fucking… BIG." She was swirling her hips around under me then - jerking my prick off with her scalding hot pregnant pussy – her butt slipping and sliding in the pool of cum that had poured out of her. I knew I wouldn't last long at that rate, and I didn't.

"Dear GOD…you're gonna split me in two…you're getting BIGGER…oh …oh… Billy…it feels like you're gonna CUM. Oh FUCK me, fuck your cum in me." Maggie was jerking even faster under me. I could feel my balls swell up some more - the thought of how much was inside them, and the damage it could do, had me spewing in Maggie before I knew what hit me. She was not prepared for what hit HER. She gasped, then started jerking her pussy faster on me.

"Bill, you're cum…you're CUMMING in Maggie. DAMN you've got a load in you mister – I think it hit my throat! Oh …it feels so good inside me. Pull it out and cum on my TITS Billy. Cover me Billy – I want you to come all over Maggie's pretty face, all over my knocked up tummy – I want it in my hair Billy – I want it on my arms – I want your cum splattered all over my thighs Billy. Billy – I want you to CUM ALL OVER MAGGIE."

I didn't need a second invitation. I gave Maggie what she wanted, and then some. Whatever was responsible for my abnormal development had also put enough cum in my swollen balls to impregnate half the county. I pulled it out and let fly with a glob aimed at Maggie's face. I saw the look of shock on her face when it hit her - that look women always get when you cum on them. The glob of cum hit her squarely on the cheek, bouncing off into her hair.

She grabbed my prick then and jammed it between her tits - I blasted another load up under her chin that dribbled down to cover her big chest. I stepped back a little and aimed one at her belly, then her legs. I think I even got some on her feet. Maggie looked like she'd been through a gang bang. She was COVERED in cum, and sitting in another big pool of it that had oozed out of her pussy.

"I guess you think I'm a pretty nasty slut, huh Billy?" She smiled at me through the veil of cum I'd just plastered her face with. Then she slowly rubbed some cum into her big tits.

"I like to fuck Billy, what can I say? And I like to fuck men with great BIG dicks. You mister, have a great big HUGE fucking horse dick on you, and I plan on having it inside me every chance I get – you hear me? You won't be able to help yourself Billy. I'm pregnant Billy – and I know what that does to you. I'm so VERY pregnant, and I'm going to get bigger. Week after week, Maggie's belly is gonna grow Billy – I'm going to get HUGE and the bigger I get, the harder I'll make that prick of yours. You're mine mister – your wife will just have to share."

Maggie had won. I had been a sitting duck, and she knew it. It was time to get on with the work at hand though. I couldn't completely fuck the whole day off. I had to find out what had caused me to grow so large. I told her we'd better try injecting some of the male rats with the spring water for a comparative analysis. Maggie had a fresh uniform in her office, and there was a shower in the lab. I sneaked down the hall to her office and got back with the clothes. When she got out of the shower, we proceeded to inject every age group of males with the same amount of spring water. I said I would check them all after I returned from Dixon Drugs and the church's community center.

Maggie knew about the monthly selection of the Fertile Valley poster girl she said, as well as the process that went into it. "You've been holding out on me," I told her. "Well, you never asked, but now that you seem so interested, I guess I'll tell you" Maggie countered.

"It's pretty involved really – kind'a like a beauty pageant, except without the big ceremony. It's all sponsored by the church, but I guess you knew that. The girls have to be pregnant of course. The more knocked-up they are the better - like in … how many babies they're carrying… how far along they are… and how big they get with the babies. Also… how young they are, and how … um… how busty they are.

All those things are considered before they make the decision and they change the panel of judges every 3 months. The type of girls who win sort of goes with that group's tastes. The last group of judges liked 'em big - and I mean… B-I-G…but I guess you noticed that." She giggled, and raised an eyebrow at me.

I told Maggie that would be hard to miss, but I still wondered why they needed pictures of all those girls from every month of their pregnancy. She only speculated that maybe they wanted to see how fast each one developed, and predict the winner early. "Who knows – they're probably just a bunch of horny old men looking for a thrill." That sounded like the best explanation, but I wanted to find out for myself how it all worked.

How many contestants were there each month? Were there different categories for girls in the same age group? Was there a financial incentive? Other prizes? Maggie only knew a little about those issues. I was most curious about the pictures. What happened to them after the judging was over? It just struck me as odd these girls had to get photographed month after month as their young bellies swelled. It was obvious they wanted them for the posters and billboards near the end of the last trimester – when they were HUGE.

Maggie cornered me as I was about to leave for town. "I bet I know why you're in such a hurry to get downtown - I know you – it's that pregnant little 7th grade slut signing posters today, huh? - That little knocked-up trailer trash with the big tits. Well, you just go on down there then - see if I care." She was jealous, and I thought I'd better de-fuse the situation.

I told her she was welcome to come with me - that all I wanted to do was try and gather some information that would help me solve some of the problems around there. She smirked at me and made a comment much like Peggy would have. "OK, if you say so, but I wasn't born yesterday ya know." I just smiled and asked her if she could spare the time to go - I thought she could help by asking questions at the community center while I spent some time studying Emily Walton - for research purposes of course.

I wanted to experience, as the flyer said, "the miracle blossoming forth within the child." I was getting a hard-on again just thinking about her, but I was still in the real world and told Maggie we'd better head out. I still had some results to check later, and a report to write.

The town square was buzzing with activity. Cars were double parked, pulled up on the sidewalks and blocking driveways – it was a mess. There was a line of people half a block long in front of Dixon's drugstore – men with little girls in tow. These were young girls – 7, maybe 8 years old and showing no evidence of premature puberty or pregnancy. Not that I could tell anyway.

Wow, I thought, it was refreshing to see normal kids out with their fathers for a change. If I didn't know better, they could have been holding their daddy's hand waiting to buy beanie babies. But I did know better – I knew why their fathers were there. I couldn't really figure out what the kids were doing there though. Maggie didn't know either, but volunteered to find out what she could at the community center.

I played dumb and asked a young woman on the street what everybody was waiting for at the drugstore. She could tell I wasn't a local, so she offered lots of information:

"Oh, that's yer traditional father-daughter autograph day. Ya see, we got this one young-un ever month who's been elected Fertile Valley poster girl. She's supposed to be a example for all the girls in the valley to do the Lord's work by bringin' new life into the world. When her belly gits all big an' swole up with young-uns, they put her picture up all over the valley to remind the girls what they oughtta be doin'. Preacher says she's a inspiration to the men folk too – they sure seem to like 'er. I know Pa wants to stick his big ole thang up in me ever time he sees one o' them young-uns."

From the looks of her, 'Pa' had stuck his 'thang' in the young woman quite a few months ago. She continued dishing out information as she watched me ogle her huge belly:

"She signs copies of her picture for the men folk, and she talks to the girls that are fixin' ta be women folk…you know…when they's ready ta start their monthlies. She tells 'em how important it is to be good to their daddies and brothers and uncles and grampas. Then they join the rest of the family at the community center. They's always some little young-un in the family that's got herself knocked-up, and wantin' to be a poster girl, so they's over there registerin' with their Mamas right now. Then they git their pictures took."

The woman rambled on, as I stood there speechless:

"They got what they call 'conjugal' rooms over there in the church community center in case the men folk git too 'inspired' by the poster girl or one o' their own. They can take their young-uns in there an' do the Lord's work right in His own house. They's all full ever month for hours on end – all 15 rooms. They's a lotta young-uns been knocked up right in them very rooms. Sometimes me an' Pa been in there when I git all swole up an' horny. I seen it happen right in the middle of church service even, specially when they's a girl big as Emily in the family –men folk 'round here's got a thang for young-uns with a belly big as hers. Sometimes they cain't help themselves."

I fit in better than I'd realized, I thought. I thanked the woman for telling me about the town's traditions, and told her I wanted to meet this young woman who'd inspired so many. She gave me a knowing smile and headed toward the community center. I hoped Maggie had gathered some information of her own by then.

As I got closer to the drugstore, I saw one little girl after another walk out carrying a big jug of spring water and a medicine bottle. The men were all drooling over their pictures of Emily. I had no intention of waiting in line – I didn't want an autograph, just a glimpse of the huge pregnant girl that had stared at me from the poster. She'd looked so enormous then, and that poster photo had been taken over a month earlier. I wanted to see how much bigger those tits of hers had swollen - and how much further those babies had pushed that big belly out in front of her. I wanted to see every knocked-up inch of her, in person. The flyer had teased me unmercifully – it made her sound like a goddess.

I hoped I could persuade Mr. Dixon to let me hang out near the table where she was signing pictures, so I could hear what she said to the little girls and their fathers. I was sure I'd get an eyeful in the process. I made my way in the front door and saw Dixon standing off to the side, talking with a young couple. There were a dozen children ranging in age from 3 -13 huddled around them.

Dixon noticed me and waved me over there. He introduced the young couple as Emily's parents, Jed and Ellie Walton – the children were all Emily's brothers and sisters. The attractive pair looked little older than teenagers, and they bore a striking resemblance to one another.

"It's a real proud day for our whole family" the young man said. He was grinning from ear to ear. "I'd of never thought our first borned would end up a poster girl like this. Me n' Ellie here was Ma and Pa's first borned. They was so proud when they found out I'd done knocked-up my own twin sister – an' when their little granddaughter ended up a poster girl, I thought they was gunna bust."

I told the proud father that he and his sister seemed so young to already have a 12-year-old.

"We wudn't but 10 when I knocked'er up," he said "but we was big fer our age, huh darlin'? Hell, Ellie'd done already had her a young-un by the time I got to 'er. Pa saw to that. She growed up quick."

I said I could certainly see where Emily got her good looks, as I glanced at the young woman next to him.

Ellie blushed a little and looked down at her huge chest. She was visibly pregnant - again. "All us Walton girls is blessed, but Pa said when the Lord was passin' out big knockers, I musta stood in line twice. He could'n keep his hands off'n me when they started to grow –an' they kep' on a'growin till I was big as a cow. I busted outta 3 of my sisters big ole brassieres fore I was 9 and Pa had me swole up with Jimmy Ray here fore long."

The oldest boy was standing next to her now, and put his arm around her shoulder. As casual as a kiss on the cheek, he moved his hand off her shoulder and began to fondle his mother's enormous tits. He took the other hand and began to stroke her pregnant belly. She slapped his hands playfully. The boy had become quite obviously aroused at that point. Ellie giggled then, and tried to push the boy away.

"You actin' just like yer Pa Jimmy Ray," she said. "Ain't you done enough to yer poor mama already?" Ellie stood there rubbing on her big belly and smiled at me. Her brother told her "You better git that young-un over to the conjugal rooms fore he makes a mess Ellie – looks to me like he's gunna bust outta them britches. Take the little young-uns with ya and we'll meet ya'll over there to git the twins' picture took." Ellie's oldest boy limped behind his pregnant mother and several small children as I watched them make their way across the street.

An adorable set of twins that Jed introduced as Betty and Bobbie Sue stood on either side of their daddy. Like their mother, and sister Emily, these little Walton girls were 'blessed' – rather abundantly I might add. They couldn't have been a day over 9. And like every other girl over the age of 9 it seemed, their pants were stretched tight with the telltale bulge of a pregnant tummy.

In Walton family tradition, these girls had grown a pair of tits the size of their heads, then proceeded to get knocked up - all before they got out of grade school.

I walked away from the group then, completely dumbfounded. This was 'incest to the 3rd power' I thought. It seemed too outrageous to even comprehend. Twins having children together? - 13 of them? The son of a father-daughter union - knocking up his own mother?

These people were like animals – and I mean LOWER forms of animal life –they were fucking anything in sight. It made no difference to them how closely related they were. The sexual energy around me was overwhelming – especially there in the store that day. It was intoxicating. After that shock, I was ready for anything I figured. So old man Dixon and me made our way behind the table to where our young celebrity was seated.

I was definitely NOT ready for the sight of 12-year-old Emily Walton in full bloom. The first time I'd seen her picture - the one on the poster - I thought she was the biggest pregnant girl I'd ever seen in my life. The child I saw in the store that day looked more like a science experiment. Her tits had grown BIGGER than her head – they bulged out a foot in front of her chest, and her chair was pushed back a good THREE FEET from the table to accommodate her enormous belly.

That is one thoroughly knocked-up little bitch, I thought to myself. I'd heard about extreme growth spurts near the end of pregnancy, but this was beyond extreme. The kid looked like she'd been pregnant for a year. She had the same dress on that she wore in the poster shot – the one held together with diaper pins. She had swollen to the point they had to hook two pins together to keep the front of her dress around her bust. Her belly pushed right out the front of it - she may as well have been naked.

Emily looked simply obscene with her body bulging out of the threadbare little dress in every direction. It had the desired effect on her male visitors, myself included. The men standing in line looked like they would cum in their pants looking at this young fertility goddess.

I hung on every word as she spoke with the little girls visiting at the table. "I was little, just like you once" she told a cute 7-year-old as she grabbed a copy of her photo to sign. "And then I started to grow… you know…up here. " She cupped her huge breasts for the child and the kid's eyes got wide. "You gonna grow soon too if ya do what I tell ya OK?" The child shook her head in unconditional obedience.

"Now you drink 3 glasses of this water ever day ya hear? They's plenty at the church when ya run out. And then when ya start yer monthlies –you be sure and ask yer ma about that – then ya start takin' 2 o' these vitamins a day and you'll git big like Emily. Would ya like that? Ya want yerself a pair o' big ole titties like I got?" Another nod of agreement came from the child.

"Well, you just drink that water first, then ask yer ma ta tell ya when yer monthlies start, then you take the vitamins. Now here's the important part: Yer Pa is gonna start to git real excited when you git all big and swole up with tits like I got. He's gonna want ya to play with him. You do what he says ya hear? It's what the Lord wants – he wants little girls ta listen to their daddies. Yer daddy's excited right now lookin' at Emily."

The child's father was about to lose it any second, I could tell. So could Emily. He had that screwed up look of pain on his face. She looked him in the eye and smirked. "You'd like that, huh mister? You wanna see this young-un all swole up? Big as Emily? She will be if she does what I tell'er ya know. She'll be huge." The man started cumming in his pants then, as he drooled over Emily's enormous pregnant body. The man soaked the entire front of his trousers as Emily and the little girl giggled. "That means yer daddy likes me" she said.

As I listened to Emily describe what would happen to the little girl, and the sequence of events that made it work, something clicked. Someone had developed out a formula here – a combination of timing and dosage that could trigger premature puberty, staggering growth, increased fertility - who knows WHAT else. This was a major breakthrough for me. The first thing I would do is to have the contents of those "vitamins" analyzed.

I asked Dixon if he had a bottle he could spare. He took one off the table in front of Emily and handed it to me. When I opened it and examined one of the pills, the color drained from my face. Dixon knew why, and I saw a faint smile cross his face. The pills were the same size and had the same markings as the 'analgesic' I'd given Peggy for her headache – a big capital A.

My mind was reeling with the implications of all this. I didn't know what to do right away, so I just went outside. I had to get away from the distraction in that store – it had put me in a trance. I kept wondering if there was some mind altering substance involved in this whole scheme too - I'd felt that same sense of euphoria in the store that I'd felt when Maggie got her way with me in the lab.

All of a sudden something else hit me - I realized that Peggy taking those pills wasn't the worse thing that could have happened. I remembered my daughters complaining that their breasts hurt them. I knew then how it felt to grow so fast – it WAS painful. I shuddered when I thought about what Peggy might have given them to ease that pain – those pills were all she had at the hotel. I had to find out if they'd taken any of them already, and stop them if I could.

With my head clearer, I went back inside to use the phone. The desk clerk at the hotel, a nice young man who'd been friendly and helpful to us, said Peggy had gone to town to get the girls some new clothes. "Sir, I don't know how to tell you this, but…well, I guess you'll see for yourself." I think I knew what I'd see for myself, and I ran out the door to find my wife and kids. I figured I could catch up with Maggie at the community center after I'd found Peggy.

I suspected Peggy had gone after some new bras to help contain my daughters' swelling breasts. From the sound of that desk clerk's voice, there was a reason my girls needed new clothes. I found Peggy just where I thought she'd be – at the little maternity shop on the square. The girls were in the back getting fitted for bigger bras Peggy said, and told me I should probably not stick around. She didn't want me to see them until they were 'properly' clothed as she put it, and she'd had a chance to talk to me. "Bill, I think you'd faint if you saw them now" she said.

My big concern at that point was to find out if she'd taken any more of that 'analgesic' and God forbid, if the kids had gotten any of it. I asked Peggy what she'd done with that medicine bottle – I told her we had to destroy the contents, at least until I could determine what the chemical composition was. Then I told her why – my suspicions, the possible results from ingesting them. "Oops" is all I heard. I hated it when she said that - it ALWAYS meant trouble.

Peggy didn't have the bottle. The girls had been complaining about their boobs being sore and hurting so bad she said, "And Bill honey, there's a very good reason they're so sore, and hurting so badly." I couldn't take it anymore. I went to the back of the store only to see Deb and Meagan throw a pill into their mouths and wash it down with a glass of water the shopkeeper handed them. The woman looked at me and cracked a faint smile – the same kind of smile I'd just gotten from Dixon.

Soon we'll discover more about the cause and effect situation in Fertile Valley, and some surprising twists as we near the close of this tale of the WIERDEST little town I've ever lived in.

Fertile Valley - Part 9

I felt helpless as I stood there and watched two of my daughters swallow the last of those pills I'd given Peggy - the same pills that huge pregnant 12 year old was passing out as 'vitamins'. All I could think about was what they'd done to HER. Of course I wasn't sure what the contents were yet, but I should have been more careful and less trusting. Hell, I didn't know that druggist at all - he could have given me hard narcotics. The possibility that my daughters were pumped full of fertility drugs, and God knows what else, had me worried sick.

The shop owner knew something, I thought. She had a little smirk on her face that told me she knew plenty. She stood there watching Meagan gulp the glass of water down and offered her some more out of the gallon jug she held. I told the woman that would be quite enough, and to please get my daughters fitted. "But DAD, I'm thirsty and it tastes so good" Meagan objected. I insisted they finish getting their new bras and run along. They had plenty to do that day. "And no more water" I said.

The last thing Meagan needed was another glass of that water. When she'd turned around to face me and offer her little protest, I almost fainted - just like Peggy said I would. The child had grown bigger...again.

MAN had she grown bigger. My little girl had tits the size of grapefruit. She wasn't the only one who'd grown either. Dee and Deb were about to pop the buttons off their blouses.

I was thoroughly confused then, just as I thought I had it figured out. Something else had kicked in to cause my middle twins to swell as rapidly as the youngest. My theories were all bullshit, I thought. Along with the test results I'd gotten from the rats at the lab. The introduction of the 'analgesic' pills would compound the confusion - I just knew it.

Peggy had caught up with me at the back of the store, and I asked her how many of those pills the girls had taken. There had been 30 in the bottle she said. Peggy had taken a total of 5 of them to get rid of her headache. She did the math on the rest: Meagan had complained the most about the pain and soreness in her breasts - one look at her confirmed why. Peggy remembered giving her 9 of them, including the one she just swallowed. She gave Dee 8 of them in all - she had complained almost as much as Meagan had - and the remainder was split between Deb and Melissa.

Depending on what was in those pills, we'd have to keep a VERY close eye on Dee and Meagan in particular. The shop owner approached us after a few minutes with the verdict on our daughters' chest measurements. "God has truly blessed your children - why, it's almost a miracle," she said. "Your little Meagan especially, has been endowed with abundance - praise the Lord."

I asked the woman how much abundance we were talking about. "I do believe she will fill out the largest Double D-cup bra in our growing girl's collection. Now mind you - it's not as big as a grown up's DD-cup, but the child is quite a bit larger than she was. Her twin sister is a D-cup and their older sisters are C-cups at the moment. They've also increased in inch measurements - all of them except Meagan have gained 2 inches around the bust. Meagan has added a full 4 inches to her bust."

The blood was draining from my face as the woman continued to report on my children's growth:

"I measured their hips this time since I noticed how wide they'd become, but I don't have any older measurements to compare them to. I do believe sir that the Lord has something special planned for your children." Breeding hips, I thought. My sweet little girls had developed breeding hips.

The blood that drained from my face had flooded into my dick when I spotted a kid Meagan's age in the corner of the store. She was browsing through a rack of maternity dresses. The child even LOOKED like my Meagan, with one big difference. It was spooky - I needed no imagination at all then to see what my busty young daughter would look like with babies in her belly. I had already fantasized about it, and there she was right in front of me - filling out my fantasy in all her swollen glory.

It was too much to bear. I felt my prick pushing against the fabric of my pants leg. It was throbbing and swelling as I gawked at the pregnant little girl. She could have passed for Meagan's twin at a distance, except for the belly sticking out two feet in front of her. The child was so young, maybe younger than my Meagan. And she was so very pregnant it was hard to believe. Peggy noticed the bulge in my pants leg and gasped - she pulled me aside and told me I'd better get out of there before the children saw me. We made it out to the sidewalk in front of the store.

"Billy, my God what has happened to you honey? I've never seen you so... so..." Peggy was trembling as she stared at my swelling cock. I stopped her in mid-sentence: "Baby, believe me...I know. I'm huge, and I think it has something to do with the water. I have an experiment going on at the lab, and I'll tell you all about it later. Maybe I'll get some results that will tell me more. For now - NO MORE WATER for you or the girls - let them drink milk or something - anything but that spring water. I'll pick up some prescription pain medication at the hospital to bring home tonight. And stay away from that drugstore! I don't trust a thing that comes out of that place."

I doubt Peggy had heard a word I'd said. Her eyes never left my crotch. She was still trembling - weak kneed - and her face was flushed. My wife was HOT. "Billy you know how much of a weakness I have for...great...big...and you're the biggest thing I've ever...good GOD...I've NEVER seen a dick that huge in my whole fucking life Billy. It's making me horny baby. I don't know what I'm going to do with myself. When will you be home?"

I helped Peggy sit down on a bench in front of the store, and sat next to her. I told her I'd join them back at the hotel as soon as I had time to ask some questions at the community center, and check on my experiment at the lab. My erection had subsided a bit as I thought about work, and the results I'd gather at the lab. Peggy got me hard all over again when she whispered in my ear: "You better hurry mister...I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked in your life. I don't know what I'll do if you don't hurry honey."

I promised my pretty wife I'd be there as soon as I could and I left her to gather the kids and be on her way. They were meeting the realtor at the new house to see when we could have our furniture delivered, and Peggy was going to sign the lease.

It would be great to have a house to come home to - I was glad we wouldn't have to live in a hotel for very long. The girls needed their space, now more than ever. A big house would allow me to keep my distance too, and that was important. Especially the way my feelings were developing toward Meagan.

I was frightened by those feelings, and felt powerless to control them all of a sudden. Every time I thought about my pretty young daughter and her big swollen breasts, I'd get an instant erection. After seeing that kid in the store - seeing what Meagan would look like all knocked up - I couldn't even think straight. She would be so beautiful I thought - so sexy with a big pregnant belly bulging out the front of her dress.

It was as though something was breaking down my resistance to temptation. At the same time, there was more temptation around me than I'd ever had in my life. And more of it kept coming from every direction.

When I made it inside the community center, I almost went into cardiac arrest. Everywhere I looked there were pregnant little girls - hundreds of them - some standing in line with their mothers to get pictures taken - others standing in line with their fathers or brothers to use one of the 'conjugal' rooms. I guess the men couldn't wait till they got home. After seeing Emily's bulging pregnant body at the drug store, and all the other girls so big with babies and swollen tits, I appreciated their predicament.

There were knocked-up children of every size and shape all around me - ranging in age from 8 to 12 for the most part. It looked like an epidemic had hit that age group - but they weren't alone by any means. I spotted about a dozen pregnant teenagers, each with a couple of very young, VERY pregnant children in tow. There were girls at every stage of pregnancy too - from one kid with slightly tight pants - to another with a belly big enough to have a calf inside her.

I began to think that the younger these girls were giving birth, the younger their offspring were able to conceive. There also seemed to be a lot of multiples resulting from those young pregnancies. Among the children of the teenage mothers I saw, several were carrying more than a couple of babies in their bellies. That would prove to be a complicated phenomenon to sort out.

The community center was set up like a gymnasium - with bleachers pulled out of the side walls. A big stage was at one end, in front of me. That's where the pictures were taken. There were 4 screened off areas - 'studios' where the different photographers were set up - two on either side of the stage. The conjugal rooms were on the end of the building I'd just entered - opposite the stage wall. There were 16 rooms in all.

There was quite a line in front of each door - so long some of the people waiting were sitting in the bleachers. I could hear some of the activity through the cinder block walls as I came in. Banging noises - from the girls' heads pounding against the headboards I figured - and loud moans. The girls and their fathers listened intently as they waited their turns.

I sat down on the bleachers at the end of one of the lines and watched a little girl rub her father's prick through his jeans. The man was a hulk - the child's shoulder barely came up to his crotch, and she'd reached around from behind and slipped her arm around his leg. She gently stroked the inside of his left leg then until a long fat bulge appeared, tenting out the fabric of his jeans.

The man's prick continued to swell under the girl's manipulation. She looked up at him and smiled then, proud that she had the power to make her father's dick stretch the leg of his jeans so tight. She did the same to mine as I watched the child stroke his prick with one hand and her big belly with the other. She was simply gigantic - as large as Emily. The man had knocked her up with God knows how many babies, and she couldn't have been a day over 10.

I thought about what my own 10-year-old Dee would look like with a belly that big, and I almost came in my pants. Dee had taken 8 of those 'vitamins' Emily was passing out at the store. The same pills this kid probably took before her father fucked her silly and pumped her full of sperm. She looked like such a little slut too, the way she was rubbing the man's prick. She started teasing him verbally:

"Ya like it, huh Pa? Ya like it when I play with yer big ole thang? It's gettin really big now Pa!" The head of the man's prick was close to his knee then, and she started giggling. "Ya like me all swole up don't ya Pa? I done good this time huh? You made me so big with young-uns I cain't hardly stand up no more." The girl wasn't kidding. It would have been tough for her to stand without her father's leg to hang on to. She kept rubbing the man's dick, faster and faster until he looked like he was about to cum. She looked up at him again and just grinned.

"Pa, I'm gunna make you mess yer pants OK? I want you to cum Pa. Look how big my belly is Pa - that always makes ya cum. Then we can take a long time at home - an' fuck real good OK? I'm horny, Pa - you know how I git when I'm this big with young-uns and my tits are all swole up. I want ya to be ready to fuck me all night till I ain't horny no more."

The kid kept up her taunting, jerking on the man's dick through his jeans so hard and fast, he looked to be in pain at one point. She stuck her belly out as far as she could, and said: "Look what you done to me Pa." Then he lost it - he soaked the bottom half of his pants leg with semen while the little girl giggled with delight. The kid was very proud of her accomplishment.

"I knew that would do it to ya Pa! When my belly gits this big, it's easy to make ya cum huh?" The man just smiled down at his pregnant daughter and put his arm around her shoulder. Neither of them acknowledged my presence, or seemed concerned that 10 other people were watching them. My dick was about to break through my pants at that point, but even worse, my balls had started to swell. I'd become very uncomfortable and I knew I'd have to find a bathroom to relieve the pressure soon. I was not accustomed to having my balls fill to bursting so quickly.

I'd just dumped a big load inside Maggie, and splattered what was left on her tits, no longer than a couple of hours ago. It seemed unreal, but I had to deal with it - I couldn't 'mess my pants' as the little girl had made her daddy do. I limped back toward the entrance to the building. I saw the restroom signs - the men's was to the left, down a long corridor that ran behind 8 of the 16 conjugal rooms. I made my way down the long hall and inside.

The bathroom sounded like the peep-show stalls at a porno house. There were moans and grunts and horny utterance from at least 8 people fucking in there. It sounded more like 20. The place reeked of sex, and there were ropes of dried cum caked on the stalls and mirrors. One pair hadn't even bothered to close the door to their stall.

A huge man was sitting on the toilet, his little girl impaled on his prick. She was facing away from him, toward the stall door. His massive hands held her by the hips and moved her pussy up and down on his prick as easily as he might have moved his fist. His head was cocked around the side of her body, so he could see her reflection in the mirror, as her big tits bounced and slapped together.

The girl had a slight bulge to her tummy, but she didn't look pregnant - more like she'd just given birth. Her tits told the story there - they were engorged, like they were so full they could burst. They started dribbling then - milk began to drip steadily from her fat nipples as her father fucked the living shit out of her. She smiled at me as I stood there with my mouth open watching her get fucked - then she spoke:

"Mister, you about to bust outta them britches! Why don't-cha pull that big ole thang out an' yank on it while you watch Pa knock me up again. You got a BIG one mister - it's makin' me horny looking at that thang. You can cum on my tits like the last man that was in here." Sure enough, the kid had a fresh load of cum all over her enormous milk jugs.

I don't know what came over me - I couldn't believe I was actually doing it - but I did. I pulled my dick out and began whacking off right in front of that 10-year-old kid with the big milky tits. I beat off like a teenager with his first Playboy while the little girl rode up and down on the biggest dick I'd ever seen in my life - it looked like she was sitting on a baseball bat. Though I'd grown, the girl was being kind telling by me I had a 'big one'. Compared to the man fucking her, I felt like a kid again.

She grabbed her nipples all of a sudden - she started squirting them at me, and giggling. "Look Pa, I'm makin' the man all milky. Put it in my mouth mister - I want to feel that big dick in my mouth. I wanna suck on ya while Pa fucks me. Then, I want ya to come on my tits while he squirts baby juice in my tummy and makes me big again. It'll be just like when I suck Jimmy at home...you know...while Pa's fuckin' me. Come on mister.... Pleeeze." She started coaxing her dad again: "Oh Pa....FUCK me... that's it...that feels good ....I want some more young-uns in my belly...squirt some baby juice in little Jenny."

She was really working her tits - expertly tugging at her nipples. Milk was flying everywhere. Then she smiled and opened her sweet little mouth, just waiting for my dick, as she bounced up and down. I grabbed the back of her head with one hand, and guided my prick into her mouth with the other. I angled her head down so her mouth would bob up and down on MY dick as her dad yanked her pussy up and down on his. Mine had swollen to the point I had to really cram it in her mouth, but it made it.

She was making loud slurping noises - from her cunt and her mouth at the same time as her dad and I fucked her little brains out. I was face fucking a 10-year-old nursing mother with huge tits, while her own father tried to get her pregnant again. It sounded like a Twilight Zone episode. Had I lost my mind? Probably so, I thought - then I shoved her head down harder on my prick as her father's rutting became faster, and harder.

I felt my nuts swell up, and saw the twisted look on the man's face - I knew we were about to fill both ends of his daughter with potent sperm. I spewed the first of my load down her throat, causing her to gag and cough. I pulled my dick out to give her some air and she coughed as my cum gurgled out of her throat. A big wad of it hung on her chin, dribbling slowly in strings onto her swollen tits. I plastered her face with the rest of the cum that came spurting out of my cock in huge globs. I heard her father grunt and start to let go in her fertile womb. "Oh baby, Pa's gunna dump a load in you an' make you HUGE" he said.

"Knock me up Pa... that's it...cum in me...git me all swole up with young-uns again - that's how you like me huh?" The man just kept yanking her up and down and grunting as her pumped her young pussy full of baby juice. I wiped the sweat off my brow and gave the girl a little kiss on the cheek I'd just splattered with cum. The kid gave me a sweet smile and whispered in my ear "Mister, the next time you see me, I'll have a great big ole belly for ya to cum on. Pa just knocked me up, I can tell."

As much as I'd have loved to stay there and watch that milky little girl empty her tits, I decided I better get my ass in gear - I splashed some water on my face and made my way back to the area in the community center where Maggie was sure to be waiting - and furious. I looked over at the kid once more - sitting on her father knees, her hair glued to the side of her face with my cum. It was hard to leave her, but I did.

About mid-way down the corridor to the gym area, I saw a door with a "private" sign on it. I'd been in too much of a hurry on my way to the bathroom to notice it. It was padlocked, but somehow the lock hadn't completely snapped shut. I touched it and it fell open. Being a natural born snoop, I had to see what was inside. Considering the corridor ran behind the line of conjugal rooms, I wondered what the hell that door was doing there.

I looked in both directions outside the door and decided to go in, knowing full well I'd be very late to meet Maggie and get on with the day's work. Inside the door, lined up along a narrow path to my right, were 8 video cameras on tripods - and they were RUNNING. What the hell is this, I thought. I walked over behind the first camera and damn near fell out. It was pointed at a big picture window.

What I saw behind the window is what gave me the shock. A little girl was looking into the window the camera was pointed at. She was talking to a man in the room behind her. She felt her big breasts and swollen tummy and asked the man: "Do you think I'm pretty when I'm swole up Grampa?" Then she kept staring at the camera.

I don't know why it took me so long, but it finally hit me like a ton of bricks - she was looking into a mirror - or so she thought. Somebody had put one-way mirrors in the conjugal rooms and set up video cameras behind them to film all the action.

It was dark in the narrow corridor, but I could tell I'd kicked something. I reached down to pick it up - it was a video tape with a label on it I could barely read. I moved closer to the one-way mirror. "Daddy's Pregnant Pumpkin - Melanie at 9 months", read the label on the tape. I stuck it in my lab coat pocket and moved down to the next 'window'.

There was a 9 or 10 year old in that room sitting on a bed sucking her father's dick - the next room had a girl sandwiched between two burly men who were fucking her silly, like the kid we'd just finished with. In yet another room, a huge breasted young girl stood in front of the glass and studied herself as she kneaded her palm sized areola and tugged on her fat nipples - she squirted her big tits in a shower of milk all over the mirror. "See daddy, I'm a little cow" she said.

There must have been a camera situated behind a one-way mirror in each and every one of the 16 rooms - recording these very pregnant children as they got their young brains fucked out by their well-hung fathers. I wanted to stay and see what each and every room had in store, but I knew I'd never get home, and my ass would be DEAD if I got there too late. I decided to find Maggie, get the results back from the lab and get home to my wife. It was the only sensible thing to do at that point. When I got into the lighted corridor, I could read the smaller print on the tape's label:

"You'll drool as you watch this pretty young girl stroke her big belly and swollen breasts. Little Melanie is only 9 years old, but she's at full term with a set of twins in this 30-minute feature, and her belly is simply enormous. If you're a fan of big breasts, this child sports a pair that stretches her DD-cup bra to capacity. She is truly a sight to behold." The label said other titles were available at: " www.knocked-up-young-uns.com , or sister site www.genetic-marvels.com."

My biggest concern at that point was how to keep my family safe from the same fate that had befallen these simple poor folks in the sleepy little village of Fertile Valley. Given my state of mind, maybe it was too late. I'd already been sucked into it by all the sexual energy around me. I shuddered to think what would seduce me next. I found Maggie finally - she was furious as I'd expected - I told her I was sorry and asked her if she was ready to get back to the hospital.

As she drove us back, I was consumed with a fantasy vision of my daughter Meagan. She stood in front of me in the living room of our new house, in nothing but a bra and panties. Her breasts were swelling inside the bra, bulging over the cups as she stared at her chest in disbelief. Then her belly began to grow...and grow, making her look very...VERY pregnant. The vision of my swollen pregnant daughter smiled at me and said "I'm getting bigger for you Daddy - see how big Meagan is?"

The next thing I knew, Maggie was shaking me by the shoulders: "Earth to Bill, time to get to work." We'd arrived at the hospital again, and it was time to check the test results.