Jasmine looked the contents of the table over.
It was unbelievable the junk people put in a garage-
sale. Joke toilet-paper; one oversized golf-tee; more
ashtrays than 10 smokers could use. Just junk! Even
the clothes were junk. She had hoped to at least get
a laugh out of the stuff. Coming out to the area where
the "rich folks" lived had been a lark. Supposedly,
people who were wealthier, would have a better class
of garage-sale. Not from what she could see here
A brown box caught her eye. What's this? Naw!
Even THESE folks wouldn't go for a joke like this!
The box read: "Papa Petrofile's Pregnancy Promoting
Purple Panties. . . Patent Pending."
Her curiosity aroused, Jasmine lifted the cover.
Inside, was a soft purple cloth, almost glowing in the
light slanting in through the open garage-door. A slip
of paper purporting to be instructions for use, slipped
out onto the floor, where Jasmine picked it up almost
automatically. The panties in the box were almost
iridescent, and to Jasmine's eyes, the sexiest pair she
had ever seen. From a first glance, they looked a
little big, but she looked closely to see what the size
was. No size. Glancing at the folded sheet of
instructions, she noticed the usual claim that, "One
size fits all."
"Oh sure," she thought. "Right up through the
pregnancy these panties are supposed to promote. . .
I'll just bet!"
Still, the pants seemed to call to her like a
siren. Joke or no joke, fit or no fit, she just HAD
to try them on. For sure the price was right. Even
if they DIDN'T fit, Jasmine figured she wouldn't be
out that much. She'd better buy them, before someone
else noticed how darling they looked.
Ten minutes later, Jasmine was on her way; never
noticing the frantic waving by a woman who had just run
out of the house trying to intercept her. If she had
noticed, she wouldn't have stopped anyway. The panties
were HERS now.
That night, she read the instructions, and had a
good laugh before tossing them. "Pregnancy Promoting
Panties indeed!" Like most such gag gifts, this one
went a little overboard. Warnings about not wearing
them overnight, if not married. Things about how they
would ensure pregnancy in ANY female, regardless of
age, if they surrounded the uterus. Uhuh! Suuuure!
They enhanced sexuality, to get the woman impregnated
as soon as possible, but in extreme cases did not rely
on a man being around. Yeah. . . Sure! A girl's going
to get pregnant by herself.
Giggling, Jasmine tossed box and directions, and
tried on the panties. They were even MORE beautiful
than she had thought. Softly shimmering, the material
clung to her; enhancing her pubic mound and making her
tummy look flat, hard, and sexy. Jasmine put on a
short little mini-skirt over the panties and twirled.
Boy, THIS was going to give all the boys a hard-on.
Jasmine couldn't understand her sudden interest in
sex, but she liked it. Too bad it was getting too late
to see if the panties got the reaction she was hoping
for. It was all she could do, to keep from rubbing her
tight little slit, to relieve the sudden itch there.
"Too bad a guy wasn't here right now," she thought.
"I'd pull his pants down, and stick his thick babymaker
right up inside my hole and fuck him until he squirted
me full of cream."
For a second, Jasmine was shocked at her own
thoughts. She had never been fucked at ALL yet, and
here she was dreaming about guys pumping her tight
little slit full of baby-juice and. . . "STOP it," she
told herself; hurriedly undressing and slipping out of
the tight little mini-skirt. That's what she got for
wearing such sexy clothes. She hurried to grab a bite
to eat, before going to bed.
That night, she just couldn't bring herself to
remove the sexy new panties. They made her feel so
much more ALIVE somehow. Definitely sexier. And just
her size, too. She fell asleep, while trying to
convince herself that she SHOULD remove them. After
all, there WAS that warning on the directions. <giggle>
The next morning, Jasmine looked in the mirror,
and got a shock. The girl could not believe what she
was seeing. A slight bulge was forming between her
belly button and the lacy purple underpants. She
prodded the fist-sized lump - it was hard, but moved
slightly to one side under her probing finger. Most
unusual was that while she could feel the lump pressing
on her insides, she couldn't feel inside it.
She placed her flat palm over the bulge in her
stomach. It nestled comfortably in the palm of her
hand, but she could feel the skin on her hand pulling
in all directions as if the lump was growing. Confused,
she pulled her hand away and looked at her profile in
the mirror. Sure enough, the lump was bigger, about
the size of an orange.
Jasmine ran a finger over her stomach, that had,
until minutes ago, been the flat stomach of a high-
school cheerleader. Now she had a baseball-sized lump
just below her bellybutton, and as she looked on it
slowly grew large enough to put a tilt in her navel.
She thought it was her imagination, but she was sure
that she could feel an erratic pulsing from within.
She was also beginning to feel quite aroused.
It was then that she realized that her breasts
were feeling fuller somehow. She put a hand under
a B-cup breast, and got such a shock she quickly pulled
her hand away. She had never experienced that tingling
sensation before. She put her hand back on her breast
and tried to ignore the feeling. Resting it gently in
her hand, she decided that it was a little heavier than
before. She also found the contact quite stimulating,
and had to take her hand away.
Her stomach was definitely swollen now, with her
bellybutton crowning a grapefruit-sized bulge in her
belly. She could feel the weight of it pressing on
her internal organs, and occasionally it seemed to
move slightly. Looking down, her purple underwear
disappeared below her slightly swollen abdomen.
The pants! It had all started right after putting
these new pants on. When Jasmine had read the joke-
instructions, she hadn't believed a word of it. She
shook her head. Underwear that made you pregnant?
That was ludicr. . . Pregnant? Jasmine took a good
look at her reflection.
She definitely looked pregnant. Her stomach from
bellybutton to just above her hairline was now quite
distended; although she still had a waistline. Even
as she watched, her bellybutton was being forced
outward as her stomach continued to grow. And now she
was certain that the movements that she could feel were
from a new life growing inside her.
But this was all impossible. Even if she wasn't
a virgin, and had fallen pregnant; no way could she be
growing this quickly. And yet she was. In fact, she
even began to feel heavier.
"If the pants are the cause. . ." she reasoned.
Quickly she slipped the purple garment off, although
she experienced a slight discomfort bending over.
"Did it work?" she wondered; idly holding the
pants in her left hand. She figured the only way to
know, was to wait and see. Staring down at the smooth
creamy skin on her swollen belly, she realized that
she could no longer see her pubic hair without bending
forward. Then she remembered that she was horny
because her fingers had decided of their own accord to
explore the sparsely growing hair between her well-
toned legs. With great reluctance, she pulled her
Jasmine couldn't believe what was happening.
While she liked being physically attractive to boys,
she wasn't some crazed little sexpot - and yet, here
she was, an obviously pregnant virgin who really
wanted. . .
She tried to dismiss the thoughts from her mind.
Then another thought occurred to her - WAS she still
a virgin? After all, virgin pregnancy was generally
unheard of; even considered impossible by some. And
yet, she knew that she hadn't had sex, or even been
raped or whatever, but the gently kicking bulge in
her midsection suggested that the impossible had
"Hello, little one," Jasmine said in hushed tones
to her child.
A baby! Jasmine sat on the corner of her bed,
naked except for the ribbons holding her ponytails in
place. She was actually carrying a baby!
One that had become difficult to hide in the
barely fifteen minutes or so, since she woke up.
Perhaps she was going crazy, or imagining things.
That was too real. Not imagining things then.
Idly, she stood and wandered over to the wardrobe,
where she started looking through her clothes. Pregnant
or not, she couldn't sit around naked all day. With
marginal difficulty, she pulled on a pair of soft-pink
panties; but it was her bra that refused to do up. Her
breasts were now too full to fit into a bra that was
comfortable when she took it off the night before.
Not being used to her weight gain; it came as a
surprise to her when her favorite pair of jeans refused
to do up. As she went to fasten the clip, the edges
remained about three inches apart at the top. She
tried sucking her stomach in; and with a lot of strain
was able to do up her jeans. But as soon as she re-
laxed, the waistband cut into her belly too much to be
comfortable. Struggling to undo the jeans, the brass
button tore from the fabric and landed on the dressing
Jasmine turned to the mirror and looked at her
potbelly poking out of her jeans. First her bra; now
her jeans. She was beginning to wonder just what would
still fit her slightly swollen body. She tried pulling
on the loose red shirt that she had worn that morning,
but it stopped just below her navel, leaving a pink
triangle of pregnant belly visible.
After a long sigh, she struggled out of the jeans
and tried on a navy blue baby-doll dress instead.
Hanging off her newly swollen breasts, the dress hid
the recent changes in her body from view, but the front
of the dress rubbed against the tip of her belly, in-
flaming already insistent desires. She considered
her profile in the mirror carefully. The dress DID
make her look figureless; but at the moment, her
swollen figure was best kept hidden.
Now, she was at a loss as to how to land a boy
looking like a fat frump. She shook her head in
frustration. What was causing this obsession with
sex? Even if she WAS that kind of girl, she doubted
anyone would sleep with her after this had happened.
Although. . . she stared at her reflection. . . she
stood a better chance without that dress.
Billy was walking out of the Seven-Eleven when
Jasmine pulled up on her push-bike. The sun was in
his eyes, and all he could see at first were her white
running shoes and ankle socks (her favorite pair with
green bobbles at the back). Without thinking, he held
the door open for her as she walked past. She paused
at the door and smiled thankfully at him. Billy was
transfixed by her crystal-blue eyes, finely spun red
hair, and alluring smile.
His eyes followed her as she wandered inside. He
gazed longingly at the backs of her well-toned legs and
the cheeks of her youthfully slender backside, all
covered by tight black lycra bike pants that rested
just above her hips. She turned slightly and opened a
fridge door. As she reached up to a high shelf he was
rewarded with a good view of a blooming teenage breast
held in place only by a green lycra crop top.
Billy sighed. He'd seen Jasmine at school, of
course, but had never seen her dressed so. . appealing.
Except perhaps for that red and white cheerleader's
outfit, but that was never as close up as he would have
Finally he realized that he was still holding the
door open, and let it swing closed. As he turned away
he reminded himself that it was unlikely that he would
ever get into Jasmine's pants, as she was known in
certain circles for her devout celibacy.
He bent down to tie his shoelace, and instinctively
looked up as he heard the door open again. He was
pleased to see that it was Jasmine, and then stopped
breathing as he received a very big shock.
The front of Jasmine's tight pants was stretched
over a noticeable bulge in her belly. Her navel peeked
over the top of her pants just above the apogee of her
swollen stomach, and her pointed nipples showed through
The implications of this were not lost on Billy.
Supposedly virginal Jasmine was not only pregnant, but
she was horny too.
Jasmine noticed that Billy was staring, and was
almost immediately standing before him. She was an
inch shorter than the sandy-blonde-haired Billy, and
had to look up slightly to peer longingly into his
"See anything you like?" she purred, pleased to
find someone already showing an interest in her.
Previously unknown desires boiled within her, and she
longed to run her hands over his virile body.
Her mysterious baby seemed to sense her mood,
thumping the front of her womb enthusiastically.
Billy was at a loss. Jasmine was coming on to
him? Her pregnancy was surprising enough, but this
had his mind reeling. And to make matters worse, he
could feel his member hardening. Confused, excited
and embarrassed, he instinctively prepared to make a
run for it. . . and then stopped as slender fingers
began stroking his manhood through his shorts.
"Thanks for the compliment," he realized Jasmine
was saying. "Do you know what to do with this?"
"M-more to the point," he managed to stammer,
She leaned forward and up, pressing her soft
breasts against him.
"I have a few ideas," she whispered; the flames
of desire being fanned by the feel of her nipples
grazing his smooth chest, "but I need a stud like you
to help me get it right."
Billy began to regain his cool. Putting an arm
around the girl's waist, he pulled her closer until he
could feel the bulge in her midsection pressing into
his lower abdomen. He found he quite liked feeling her
pregnant belly pressed against him.
"I think," he said slowly, "you've come to the
How they ever got from the store to her house,
Jasmine never remembered clearly. The presence of a
man beside her seemed to quiet the baby in her tummy,
and enhanced her feeling of loving and being loved.
Somehow, Jasmine could tell that Billy loved her,
and would love the little girl inside her as well. She
figured it HAD to be a girl. After all, no man had yet
deposited his seed in her womb; though it wouldn't be
A man that would love her in spite of her already
being pregnant, (Or was it BECAUSE of it?) was a man
to keep. And love, and fuck, and suck, and blow, and
. . . DAMN! Her hormones were running away again. If
she didn't get fucked soon, Jasmine was going to cum
without being touched, and that would be a waste.
"Please," she pleaded, rubbing her swollen belly
against his. "Make love to me." Her blood was pound-
ing through her body and swelling her loins, making
them more sensitive.
What man could resist? Always before, with the
two other girls Billy had fucked, he had to use a
ondom, because they were scared to death of getting
pregnant. No such worries here! Besides, he could
tell that Jasmine would have fucked him anyway, the way
she was feeling now. If she wasn't already pregnant,
she would have been before the night was over. Billy
wondered who the lucky guy was, who first felt her
tight little slit choking the heck out of his engorged
Well, whoever it was, the guy had obviously
skipped out on Jasmine, leaving her to Billy. If
getting her pregnant, and on the rebound, was what he
had to do, Billy would be quite happy. He figured that
otherwise he wouldn't have had a chance against the
jocks down at school. Still, he was a bit angry;
thinking about whoever it was that left her in this
condition. The guy must be a real loser, to knock-up
a class girl like Jasmine, and then skip out. Still,
his loss, was Billy's gain.
Funny. You would think he would have noticed her
gaining weight like this before now, though.
Billy's introspection was interrupted by the
object of his thoughts kissing and murmuring in his
ear, and fighting to get her hands in his shorts.
Never had Billy seen someone so eager.
"Please," she whimpered, "please?"
Up to now, Billy hadn't been completely sure
about this. He had wondered if maybe she was "putting
the make on him" to help cover up the fact that she was
already pregnant, and maybe trap him into something he
wasn't ready for. However, seeing the pained need on
the teenager's face, and her desperate kissing and
hugging, he suddenly came to a different conclusion.
Jasmine was just a VERY hot girl. Some playboy had
awakened Jasmine to the joys of sex, then had abandoned
her when her pants got tight. Now she needed sex, and
the slob had up and left her. Well, his loss, was
Billy's gain. Now it was up to HIM, to show Jasmine
what making love REALLY was, not whatever "poke and
run" she had gotten before.
That's why, horny as he was, and obviously ready
as Jasmine was, he didn't just "walk right up, and
stick it in." Jasmine would obviously have enjoyed it,
and so would he, but Billy had plans of making this a
permanent relationship, not just a one-night fuck. He
wanted a chance to plant three or four of HIS babies in
that cute little tummy of Jasmine's. Therefore, he
By now, Jasmine was past wanting to go slow.
Something about having a man in her arms, even one
fully dressed, was driving her crazy with sex-need.
Even if she hadn't been pregnant already, Jasmine knew
she would have been begging Billy to put his thick cock
up inside her, and fill her tight little tummy with
thick sticky sperm. With her being pregnant, and no
worries to nag her anymore, it was like an itch that
just HAD to be scratched.
"Please," she pleaded again.
"Of course," replied Billy, as he shoved her pants
out of the way, and "put his mouth where his money was."
It was like she had been hooked up to a 200-volt
generator. The shock was tremendous. Jasmine had
never been touched "down there" by anything but her own
fingers, and now she felt a warm lively SOMETHING
moving around and around, in and out, up and down, and
then back to the start. Jasmine exploded in her first
orgasm outside of her own fingers.
Billy grinned to himself, as the pants of the
young girl rose to moans, and then shrieks of ecstasy,
and the shivering turned to uncontrollable jerks and
spasms. He figured it would be better to get Jasmine
calmed down a little, by getting her off; so she would
be able to appreciate it, when he first stuck his cock
Well, Jasmine did calm down a little. Until she
saw Billy sliding up between her legs with an erection
that looked simply huge to the inexperienced girl. It
was only a little over six inches long, but Jasmine had
never had ANYTHING inside her tight little slit, except
her finger before.
"Will it hurt?" she asked. "I mean, it's so BIG."
She didn't know it, but she had just made Billy's
day. Up to now, he had been worried that Jasmine might
think he was too small, after having whatever jock
poking her, that had knocked her up. To know that he
made the jerk (whoever he was) look small, was an
"It only hurts when you're a virgin," he reassured
her, "so you don't have anything to worry about."
"But," started Jasmine.
"<click> to worry about. <click> to worry about.
<click> to worry about," snickered Billy, as he repeated
the punch-line of an old joke about an automated
"You NUT," chortled Jasmine, as she tossed a
pillow at him, which Billy ducked. "Get over here
and fuck me, before I get tired of waiting, and find
someone who knows how!"
"Your wish is my command, Milady," replied Billy;
and before she could say anything else, Jasmine felt
her pussy-lips being spread by an unfamiliar intruder,
that still seemed somehow to belong inside her. Jasmine
was getting fucked.
There was an unexpected interruption.
"Oh my. . . OW!" yelled Jasmine, as something
tore inside her.
"What the. . ." Of all things Billy hadn't
expected, this took the cake. "Are you still a virgin?!"
he asked, dumbfounded. "I mean, I've heard of people
with small dicks, but. . ."
Billy shook his head in consternation. No wonder
Jasmine had thought he was big. Just how small WAS
that pencil-dick who had knocked her up, anyway?
"Well, I WAS, five minutes ago," replied Jasmine.
"Now shut up and fuck me. I want my first time to be
good for you."
"FIRST time?" "WAS a virgin?" Billy shook his
head in amazement; but did as the girl asked anyway.
He figured he would find out about all this later. In
the meantime, the smooth tightness of the teenager's
unused little hole slipping so sweetly over his swollen
prick, was a pleasure he had been dreaming about for
months, with no hope of ever getting. Now she was his,
and he was finally feeling Jasmine's tight little slit
squeezing and clamping on his prick in a manner fit to
make a brass-monkey squirt sperm.
Billy was no brass-monkey; and the amount of white
sticky baby-juice he squirted in the little girl's
belly would have made King Kong proud. Billy felt like
he ejaculated enough seed in Jasmine's belly to keep
her and any daughter's she had pregnant for the next 50
years. It felt so GOOD to let that stored-up load of
pregnancy juice go. Wave after wave of release swept
through him, as he emptied his prostate in the teenage
cheerleader's tight little belly. And Jasmine's belly
WAS tight. Billy could feel it squirming back at him,
as he forced the tip of his cock into the tip of her
slightly spread uterus so he felt like he was squirting
his sperm right into her womb, to join her developing
The erotic thought kept arousing Billy, making him
squirt over and over again, as he emptied himself in
this sexily pregnant little girl.
Jasmine was right with him. Something about
feeling a man's sperm warming her vagina, filled a
need that she hadn't known she had. She felt a little
sad that it hadn't been Billy's seed that made her tummy
swell, but reminded herself that she could always let
him plant the next one there. Now, if she could only
remember what the instructions had said about how a
man's sperm was enlivened, and ANY girl regardless of
age could get pregnant, if she had the pants and a
man's sperm was present. There was some warning. . .
Jasmine let her second orgasm overtake her. Time enough
to worry about next time, when "next time" occurred.
The sudden relaxation after their orgasms took its
toll on both of them. The two lovers fell asleep, with
Billy's cock still dripping his potent sperm in
Jasmine's tight little hole.
Twice during the night, Billy woke up to feeling
Jasmine working against him, and twice he responded by
sending a fresh helping of seed into the girl's womb.
Each time, the baby inside her seemed to enjoy the
fresh helping of sperm being injected into her mother,
and it's squirmings would die down to contented
wriggles. It was almost as if the baby was as soothed
by her mother getting fucked, as Jasmine was.
The third time, Billy was so worn out, that Jasmine
knew she wouldn't get any more out of him that night,
so she almost unconsciously slipped into her purple
panties, and went back to sleep.
Billy was sleeping peacefully, as Jasmine rolled
out of bed the next morning and padded to the bathroom.
She squeezed past the shower door; marveling at how
large her belly had grown last night. Her full stomach
was now the size of a large melon; her pink skin drawn
tight over her greatly swollen womb.
As the warm water bounced off her breasts and
upper belly, Jasmine could feel the passion begin to
build again. She was now so large that she found her-
self easily turned on. She lathered up the soap and
wiped it all over her heavy belly before the water
washed the suds out of sight below the huge bulge in
Absently, her fingers found the patch of pubic
hair barely beneath her heavily pregnant belly. She
hadn't actually seen her pussy since last night, after
she had donned those pants again and slowly swelled to
this incredible size.
The baby stirred, as Jasmine gently stimulated
It had come as a great surprise to her when she
realized that her little passenger enjoyed her sexual
escapades. She smiled at that thought.
Whoever thought that being pregnant could be this
much fun? As the baby had grown inside her, so had her
sexual desires, as had the satisfaction brought about
by good wholesome sex. Not that it was easy, fulfilling
those compelling desires - she was so full and heavy
that it was difficult to move, and she hadn't been able
to shift her hips during sex with the weight of a
bowling ball pressing down upon them. Still, Billy
was able to compensate - warm, sensitive, compassionate
Billy with his warm embraces, soft lips, and pounding
She sighed and rubbed her wonderfully swollen
belly. This was good - really good - but it wasn't
enough. It was like building to an orgasm and stopping
right before it hits, and her baby hadn't quite reached
She stepped out of the shower and toweled off.
The soft feel of the towel on her sensitive skin was
enough to remind her sex-starved body of its desires.
Jasmine decided that she had had enough. Returning
to the bedroom, she managed to squat down and collect
the purple pants from the floor. She had left them
there last night after she had grown so big and horny
that she had to take them off. Now she decided that it
was time to go through to the end - whatever it was.
Her baby looked ready to be born, and she would miss
being so beautifully swollen, but she knew - somehow
she knew - that she had to take this to the end.
Forgetting the recent change to her center of
gravity, she raised one foot to slip into the lacy
pants, and very nearly fell over.
The big-bellied girl sat heavily on the edge of
the bed, rousing Billy.
"What are you doing?" he asked wearily.
"You're about to find out," purred Jasmine,
awkwardly slipping her feet into the purple underwear.
With difficulty she stood up; pulling the pants up in
the same motion.
The magical pants were barely on when she began to
feel the bloating inside her immensely full belly, and
the strangely supple skin across her tummy felt tighter.
Arousal welled inside her; and the baby wriggled inside
her; as it realized that it was growing again.
Billy saw the lustful look in Jasmine's eyes; and
the sight of her profile swelling before him, caused his
member to quickly stiffen, a literal flagpole standing
tall. She turned and crawled onto the bed; her lithe
sixteen-year-old body distended greatly with the child
growing inside a belly that brushed along the bed
beneath her. She stroked a hand up either leg as she
approached her handsome lover, a deep passionate hunger
in her youthful eyes. Her full belly rested between his
legs as she swallowed his manhood, causing him to throw
back his head with silent moans.
On top of the ecstasy of being sucked off by the
sexy high-schooler, he could feel his legs being pushed
apart by the large bulge between them.
Then he felt Jasmine's swollen figure sliding up
his body as she planted warm, wet kisses up his chest,
neck, and finally his lips. As she crawled up his body
his cock was flattened by the heavy mound that had only
yesterday been a sexy little bump.
Wild with excitement, and barely able to reach his
face to kiss Billy, Jasmine somehow found the strength
to lift herself into a sitting position. Even as Billy
fumbled to shift her pants aside enough to allow him
entry into the horny, heavily pregnant schoolgirl, he
realized that her belly had grown to immense propor-
tions. The baby inside her must have been the size
of a two-year-old child, and a look at Jasmine's face
told him that she was beyond caring. Feeling the tip
of his stiff prick at the opening of her hot pussy, she
wiggled her hips heavily to line up correctly, then sat
As Billy was winded by the impact, Jasmine almost
passed out from sheer pleasure.
"Oh, Billy," she gasped, "you have no idea how good
"You feel pretty good to me, lover," he managed to
"Oh, no, Billy," Jasmine moaned, slowly raising
her hips above the virile young man. "I feel GREAT!"
she cried, plunging down heavily on his hard cock, again
knocking the wind out of him as her massively distended
stomach slammed down on his unprotected abdomen. Billy
paid it no mind, for the sight of her huge belly
dominated his thoughts. Jasmine was in ecstasy. She
barely had the strength, but with great determination
she was able to raise her increasingly heavy body up
enough to plunge down again with a cry of rapture. She
cold feel Billy's hard member pressing deep inside her,
pushing up hard against the tip of her cervix, but that
was all secondary to the incredible feeling of her
enormous uterus pressing in all directions from within
So large was her womb that it took up almost her
entire abdominal cavity, pressing on the base of her
ribcage and nestling unusually comfortably in her
Her bellybutton stuck out above Billy's chest,
resembling a third nipple on a very horny woman. And
still she could feel her belly growing outward.
"More!" she gasped, that immense feeling building
within her. The pressure on her body was incredible,
and she just couldn't get enough.
Billy, thinking that she was talking to him, tried
moving within her tight, pregnant pussy as best as he
could, but her weight was too confining. He was amazed
at the gigantic size of Jasmine's belly, and wondered
if perhaps there was more than one child growing inside
Then he received an even bigger surprise, as
Jasmine's cervix softened and began to open. Gently,
the tip of his manhood slipped farther into her body
and up inside her massive womb.
Jasmine's mind was gone, lost in a long orgasm
that overtook her entire body, washing her with wave
upon wave of ultimate pleasure. She no longer felt
Billy moving feebly within her blood-swollen pussy.
All she could feel was pure ecstasy that seemed to
Billy could not believe how deeply he had pene-
trated the immensely pregnant girl. He was dumbfounded
that her womb had opened up and let his prick farther
inside. And he was further stunned when something soft
and tight squeezed itself over the tip of his cock and
started to slide down.
The next few minutes were a blur. Heralded by
Jasmine's squeals of pleasure, her impossibly large
child began to be born. Somehow her hips widened
enough to allow the breach delivery of the baby. As
soon as it was over, Jasmine fell to the bed in a
deep sleep from which she would not wake for hours; so
she didn't get to see her newborn child for some time.
Billy looked up at the damp body. A young girl,
perhaps ten years old in appearance, with finely spun
red hair, fluid-wrinkled skin and budding breasts, sat
astride him in the position she had been born - with
his cock embedded deep within her tight pussy.
Slowly, the tiny girl opened her crystal-blue eyes,
and looked down at the man who's swollen prick was
stretching her tight little cunny so satisfyingly.
Smiling, she ran a small finger down his chest and flat
belly, before sliding it up her own tummy and over the
slight bulge of the child he had given her before she
had been born. The little girl began slowly rising and
falling on the man's cock, until Billy had no choice
but to squirt the child's womb as full of baby-making
sperm as he had filled Jasmine's the night before.
Somehow Billy knew that there was enough of the
magic of her mother's panties left in this child, even
though Jasmine was still wearing them, that his daughter
would be born pregnant too. He could almost feel the
little girl inside this child squirming around to seat
her father's prick properly up against her tiny little
vagina, while he spasmed her mother's tight little slit
full of his potent sperm.