Friday, June 4, 2010

Fertile Valley 5 - 8

by Jim Davis


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 of 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 OK?" 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.


part 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 ... 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're 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 -- he'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.

A DAY OF DISCOVERY

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'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.


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'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 cumming, 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 gangbang.

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? Then 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 -- hell, 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.

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