Stone Valley 1- Spring Break
It was time to leave for Stone Valley.
Although it didn’t look like it, I had actually dressed carefully. I was wearing jeans with holes sliced across the thighs and a sleeveless concert tee-shirt. That outfit combined with my bare feet to give me a tomboyish look. All right, my big jiggling boobs weren’t lending themselves to the outfit, but overall, I figured it would be enough to discourage any male attention. I wasn’t taking any chances on another Ryan-type random blowjob occurrence.
I didn’t have a lot, so packing was easy. I did make sure to bring all my shoes, though. I had every intention of wearing them, too. I just wasn’t sure when.
Jane was riding to Stone Valley with me. She wanted to find out where I’d actually be staying. She also wanted to meet Gina.
“As much as I dislike the little futa wench,” said Jane, “I can’t wait to meet the girl who managed to get you drunk and put a bun in your oven.”
“Yeah yeah yeah,” I said. “Whatever.”
We got in the car and started for Stone Valley.
We had driven for ten minutes when I pulled into a gas station.
“It’s over an hour to Stone Valley,” I said. “I want to fill the gas tank. Also, I need some snacks. I’ve got a serious craving for something salty.”
Jane looked at me.
I gave her a flat stare. “I mean like potato chips or something.”
Jane held up her hands defensively. “Just checking! It’s just hard to tell with you these days.”
I went inside the convenience store while Jane pumped the gas. I looked over the different snacks. Everything looked good. I finally just grabbed one of everything. Hell, I was pregnant. I was allowed.
I brought everything to the cash register. The tile was cool under my feet as I waited for the guy to total everything.
He looked over all my selections. “That’s a lot of chips,” he said.
“I know,” I said. “Long drive. Want a blowjob?”
The guy got ready to scan the bag, then stopped and looked at me. “Excuse me?”
Shit. Shit. Shit. I tried to leave, but all I did was giggle and say, “Want a blowjob?”
“That’s what I thought you said,” he said. “Is this a trick question?”
“Nope,” I said. “Want a blowjob?”
“In that case,” he said, “I’d love one.”
He glanced around the empty store, then out the window at the parking lot.
“C’mon,” he said, walking out from behind the counter. “We can use the stockroom.”
I tried to tell him I was kidding, but all that came out was “Cool!” A moment later, I was following him to the stockroom.
He turned to face me and I found myself dropping to my knees. He unzipped his pants uncertainly. Then he relaxed as I reached inside his pants and pulled out his cock.
“You’re really going to do this, aren’t you?” he said.
“Mmmmppphhhh!” I said, my mouth already full of his cock.
Once assured it wasn’t a joke, he responded with much more enthusiasm. His cock quickly hardened in my mouth and moments later my tightly-wrapped lips were stroking over his shaft.
“You have a suction-cup mouth,” he said.
I was so going to kill Gina. I was a lesbian, yet here I was on my knees, giving a blowjob to a stranger in a stockroom.
Regardless of my feelings, my warm, wet mouth continued to work his rod. I wasn’t happy about it, but I figured the sooner he finished, the sooner I could get out of here. Knowing the underside of his shaft was the most sensitive, I let my tongue slide along the bottom of his shaft. For a lesbian, I was becoming quite the expert at blowjobs.
My knees were getting sore on the concrete floor, but my mouth never stopped stroking over his cock. Then his hands cupped the back of my head, holding me in place as hot come flooded my throat.
“Yesssssss...!” he said, his breath hissing between his teeth.
I swallowed the flow as his cock spurted again and again. My belly slowly filled with his heavy seed.
Finally he stepped back, pulling his softening cock from my mouth.
“Damn,” he said. “That was awesome.”
My cheeks burned. “Glad you liked it,” I mumbled, having no idea how else to reply. Embarrassed as I was, I was struggling with my own heat. Kelly had mentioned I had five times as many hormones blasting through me and I was pretty sure I could feel every single one of them right then. Also, I was trying desperately not to burp.
I got to my feet and meekly followed the guy back toward the front counter. When we got there, we were surprised to find Jane standing behind the register, cashing out a customer.
“You guys seemed awfully busy back there,” she said, “and I didn’t want to interrupt. I’ve worked retail before, so I covered for you.”
“Ummm...” said the guy. “Thanks.”
“No problem,” said Jane. She turned to me. “Did you find your salty snack?”
Oh, gawd. I wanted to die.
“Yeah,” I said, grabbing my stack of potato chips from the counter. “See?”
“No charge for those,” said the guy, now back behind the register. I still didn’t know his name.
“We were, um, trying to find more chips back there,” I said.
“I saw,” said Jane. “You were very dedicated. You were even on your knees checking his pockets for chips.”
I opened my mouth to retort, but all that came out was a burp.
Jane laughed. Cheeks flaming, I fled to the car.
We drove in silence for several miles. Finally I said, “Pass me a pickle.”
Jane grinned. “Don’t you want something salty?”
I gave her a flat look.
“Ooooooh, touchy, aren’t you?” she said.
“Yeah,” I said. “You would be too. I shouldn’t even be talking to you right now after you made fun of me back there.”
“Hey,” she said, “you weren’t the one standing around while her best friend blew the counter-guy in the back room. You could have told me what was going on, you know.”
“Okay, that’s a good point,” I said. “I’ll check with you before I give the next blowjob.”
“I’d appreciate that,” she said. Then she grinned.
“Wench,” I said.
“I know,” she said. “Here. Have a pickle.”
I gave her a look, but took the pickle. Jane took a pickle as well. Moments later we were crunching in unison.
An hour later we crossed the city limits. We were in Stone Valley.
“What now?” asked Jane.
“Not sure,” I said. “Go back to the hotel I stayed at and ask the bartender Mitch, I suppose. She’s gotta be expecting me.”
I drove toward the hotel. Just before we arrived, however, I pulled into a parking lot a block short of our destination.
Jane looked at me. “Is there some reason you decided to stop here?”
I got out of the car and headed toward the door.
“Hey, Kelly,” said Jane, “you do realize this is a beauty salon, not a hotel, right?”
I ignored her and walked up to the counter.
“Can I help you?” said the receptionist.
“I’d like a mani-pedi,” I said, “And please do something with my hair.”
“Certainly, ma’am,” said the girl. She looked over my tattered jeans and cut-up concert tee-shirt. “Please have a seat. Carmen will be with you shortly.”
I gave her my name and sat down. Jane sat down next to me and managed to remain quiet for almost twenty seconds. Then she said, “A mani-pedi? And your hair? Really?”
Jane eyed the door. “We could just leave, you know.”
I gave her a look. “You think I haven’t tried?”
A few minutes later a woman a few year older than me stepped out. “Kelly?”
I stood. “That’s me.”
“Come with me, please.”
I followed Carmen to the back, then sat in the chair indicated.
“Okay,” she said, glancing at my bare feet. “I see you’re very excited to get started. Where shall we begin?”
Two hours later Jane followed me as I stomped out the door.
“Aw, c’mon, Kelly,” she said. “It doesn’t look bad at all!”
I got into the car and started the engine. My fingers on the steering wheel had rounded quarter-inch nails layered with a double-coat of bright, bimbo-red nail polish. My bare toes on the accelerator were the same color.
Jane patted my leg reassuringly as she slid into the passenger seat. “Don’t worry,” she said. “You look adorable. That’s the cutest hairstyle I’ve ever seen you with.”
“Of course it’s cute!” I said, putting the car in reverse. “It’s the girliest style I’ve ever gotten! Do you know how much work it’s going to be taking care of this stupid hair? I’m going to kill Gina!”
“Well,” said Jane, apparently trying to calm me down, “at least she made sure to use safe chemicals in your hair after you told her you were pregnant.”
“That’s wonderful,” I said, “but highlights? [i]Highlights?[/i] Red fingernails, red toenails and blonde highlights? I look like a vapid teenager! Grrrrrrrrr.”
Jane giggled. “It’s not that bad. Honest.”
I pulled into the hotel parking lot, briefly reflecting on my hasty exit the last time I was here. I parked the car.
“C’mon,” I said to Jane. “Let’s get this over with.”
We walked inside and made our way to the lounge. It was still pretty early and there were only a few people drinking at the bar. Mitch was there, however, serving drinks.
He waved us over.
“Hello again,” he said to me, sliding a glass of water toward me and another toward Jane. “I almost didn’t recognize you with that hair. Who’s your friend?”
I twirled a strand around my finger before I realized what I was doing. I thrust my hand down.
“This is my best friend Jane,” I said. “Jane, this is Mitch the bartender.”
Mitch nodded at Jane. “Glad to know you.”
Jane smiled back. “Same here,” she said. “You were here the night Kelly and Gina hooked up?”
“Yep,” he said. “I tried to warn her.”
I flicked at a puddle of water on the bartop. “You should have tried harder.”
He laughed easily. “I did everything short of throwing you out of the bar. In fact, I [i]did[/i] throw you out, come to think of it.”
“I don’t care,” I said. “It’s still your fault.”
“Whatever you say,” he agreed amicably. Then he glanced at my belly. “You’ve put on a few pounds, I see.”
I clenched my teeth. “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” I said. “Is Gina around?”
Mitch shook his head. “Not at the moment,” he said. “She did say you’d be showing up one of these days, though, and that I should call her when you do.”
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever,” I said. “Take your time. I’m in no hurry to see her.”
Mitch grinned. “I can understand that,” he said. “Oh, I’m supposed to give you something when you arrive. Wait here.”
Mitch went into the back, then returned with a small gym bag.
“Here,” he said, handing me the bag. “Gina wants you to put these on and wear them until she tells you to take them off.”
I hesitated, but my hand reached out and took the gym bag anyway. I realized belatedly that Gina must have implanted it in my mind somehow that I had to do whatever Mitch told me. Grrrrrrrr.
Jane poked at the bag. “What is it?”
I unzipped the top and looked inside. There were two pieces of cloth, one black and one red. I pulled them out and lay them on top of the bar.
“She said I’m supposed to wear these?” I said. “What are they?”
“Uh oh,” said Jane.
“What?” I said.
“Don’t you realize what they are?”
Jane picked up the black cloth and unrolled it. “This is a stretchy mini-skirt,” she said. Then she set it down and picked up the red cloth. “And this is a tube top.”
My eyes widened. “What?!”
I shook my head and took a step back. “Nuh-uh,” I said. “No way.”
Mitch looked at me sympathetically. “I really do suggest you go to the bathroom and change,” he said. “You’re going to end up doing it anyway, and it’ll be easier if you do it on your own.”
I glared at Mitch. “Screw you, jerk!” I said, letting my frustration from the past several days peak and explode. “Gina’s not here right now, so you can kiss my fucking ass!”
Then I grabbed the glass of water in front of me and hurled the contents into Mitch’s face.
Jane gasped. “Kelly! Stop it! Mitch hasn’t done anything wrong!”
There were about ten people in the bar besides ourselves, and they had gone silent. Mitch had a small trickle of blood on his cheek where an ice cube had apparently cut him slightly. He picked up a clean bar towel and pressed it to the cut.
“I’m sorry you feel that way,” he said, his voice surprisingly calm, “but Gina said if you argued, tell you ‘Do it now, you seeded slut.’”
I opened my mouth to tell him to fuck off again, but found myself stripping off my concert tee-shirt.
Surprise cut off my initial reply. “Hey!” I said, tossing my tee-shirt behind the bar. “What the hell?!”
Mitch shrugged, still holding the towel against his cheek. “I did try to warn you.”
I reached behind me and unsnapped my bra. “Wait! I’ll change in the bathroom! I’ll do it! Make it stop!”
“Too late,” he said.
And it was too late. When I had arrived in Stone Valley last month for Spring Break, my breasts were a firm 34b. Now just over a month pregnant with Gina’s baby, my breasts were still firm, but a cup bigger and already filling with milk. And they were now on full display for the entire lounge to see.
Jane stepped over as if to stop me, but I slapped her hands away.
“I’m sorry, Jane!” I said. “I can’t help it!”
I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down my hips to my ankles. Then I kicked them off. I picked them up and handed them to Mitch. Then I tried to grab the skirt off the bar, but it didn’t work. Instead my thumbs slipped inside the waistband of my panties.
“Dammit!” I said, trying to steel my will, but my hands slipped my panties off anyway. I was now standing naked in a Stone Valley bar, with my bare tits and shaven pussy on full display.
Then and only then was I able to snatch the black stretchy skirt off the bar.
It was as bad as I feared. The material barely covered my ass. It wouldn’t take much for it to slide up...and I apparently wasn’t allowed to wear panties.
I pulled the red tube top over my head and slid it into place. Jane helped me adjust it so it didn’t look [i]too[/i] obscene.
I looked at the mirror behind the bar. Although I was only about five weeks along, it was a futa pregnancy, so I was already starting to show. I clenched my teeth.
“Dammit!” I said. “I’m pregnant! I can’t wear a bare-belly outfit like this! What the hell is Gina thinking?!”
Mitch chuckled. “Gina’s a futanari,” he said, “and she conquered you. Of course she’s going to show off your belly. It’s her trophy.”
I looked at him. “Mitch,” I said, preparing to tell him what I thought of his observation, “would you like a blowjob?”
I clapped a hand to my mouth. Oh, shit.
Mitch looked at me, then pulled the towel from his cut and looked at it. Then he looked back at me.
“Yes,” he said. “As a matter of fact, I would.”
I tried to protest, but instead found myself walking around to Mitch’s side of the bar. I stood in front of him for a moment, prepared to apologize, but found myself dropping to my knees in front of him. Moments later my warm, wet mouth was stroking over his cock.
This was impossible. I was a lesbian, yet giving my second blowjob of the day. There was [i]way[/i] too much dick going into my mouth.
Jane watched from the other side of the bar. “You know,” she said observationally, “watching you suck him off is actually pretty hot. You seem to be surprisingly good at it.”
“Mmmmmmmpppphhhh!” I said, my tightly-wrapped lips never leaving his cock.
“But then, you’ve had a lot of practice lately,” continued Jane.
Mitch said to Jane, “Keep her talking. The vibrations when she answers are intense.”
Grrrrrrr. I refused to give Mitch the satisfaction of me trying to talk, but I couldn’t stop my mouth from working his hard cock. I licked and kissed his thick shaft without pause as if pleasing that rod was the most important thing in the world. Inadvertent slurps echoed through the silent lounge.
Then his fingers crept into my hair and he cupped the back of my head. “Oh, yeah,” he said. “Here it comes.”
His cock hardened even more inside my mouth and then hot come was flowing down my throat. He pulled back slightly, then slid his shaft deeper as my belly filled with his semen. After pumping my mouth for what seemed like a full minute, he finally slowed, then stopped, his balls resting against my chin. Then he calmly slid his dick out of my mouth and tucked himself back inside his jeans.
Everybody in the lounge then clapped and cheered.
Cheeks burning, I got to my feet. Jane gave me a significant look, then nodded her head toward Mitch, who pressed the towel against his cut once again. I sighed, then turned back to Mitch.
“All right,” I said, the taste of his cock in my mouth. “I’m sorry for screaming at you and calling you names.”
Mitch looked at me without speaking. Jane nudged me.
“And for, um, throwing the ice water at you.”
The barman zipped up his jeans, then looked at me. “Apology accepted.”
I wiped my numb lips. “Could I get a glass of wah...umm, something to drink to, umm, get the taste out of my mouth...?” Damn, this was awkward.
Mitch looked at the empty glass in front of me, then made a show of picking it up.
“Sure,” he said. “Let me see what I’ve got.”
He took the glass in the back, then came back out. It was full of water. He set the glass in front of me.
“Thank you,” I said, picking up the glass and taking a swallow. I realized a moment too late that the smell was wrong.
“This isn’t water!” I said, sputtering. “This is that Stoneberry Wine stuff!”
“Wine?” said Jane. “Are you crazy?! Kelly can’t have that! She’s pregnant!”
Mitch held up a hand. “Relax,” he said. “Yes, it’s as alcoholic as wine- much more, actually- but it’s not wine. It’s made right here in Stone Valley. It’s made from a different process than traditional alcoholic beverages and it’s completely safe for pregnant women. It’s also sweet and delicious. They call it ‘the belly sweller’ because Futa girls like to use it to get their marks drunk. It’s also quite expensive, but don’t worry...that shot’s on the house.”
“Can’t be [i]that[/i] strong,” I said, fanning my face. “Gina was drinking the stuff like water.”
Mitch chuckled. “That’s because Futa girls are immune to its effects.”
Mitch nodded. “Yup. Don’t ever try to match a Futa drink for drink with Stoneberry Wine. You [i]will[/i] end up naked and bent over, whether it’s seeding season or not.”
I stamped my foot, furious. That little wench had [i]tricked[/i] me!
Jane picked up the glass and took a small swallow. “Wow,” she said. “That [i]is[/i] good. Thanks for the heads-up, Mitch.”
I sighed. Mitch really did understand how Stone Valley worked. I had made a mistake being such a bitch to him.
I looked at him tentatively. “Sooooo, we’re even now, right? No more, umm, blowjobs or anything?”
Mitch winked at me. “Yeah, we’re good.”
“Good,” I said. Then I crumpled up a napkin and threw it at him. “Now don’t ever sneak fake wine into me again!”
An hour later, I was getting antsy. I’d been standing around practically undressed and now I was getting hungry.
“If Gina doesn’t get here soon,” I said, “we’re going to have to take a room.”
“She’ll be here soon,” said Mitch.
“She needs to move faster,” I said. “I’m tired of standing around here naked.”
“She’ll be here soon,” repeated Mitch.
“I’m hungry,” I said. “Do you have any pickles?”
Mitch looked at me. “Pickles? Really?”
I gave him a steely look. “Yeah, pickles. And ice cream, if you got it.”
“Pickles and ice cream? You’re a real traditionalist, aren’t you?”
“Not necessarily,” said Jane. “Sometimes she craves something salty instead.”
I gave her a frosty look. “Not my fault,” I said. “I have a condition.”
“Here,” said Mitch, handing me a giant pickle. “We keep these on hand...just in case.”
I knew it looked bad, but I slid the pickle inside my mouth and took a huge bite.
“Okay,” I said, mumbling through a mouthful of pickle, “that’s a good pickle.”
Then I heard her voice.
“Omigod, cutie,” said Gina. “It’s about time! And just look at you! You’ve already got the most adorable belly!”
I turned and there she was. Gina. She was wearing dark blue jeans, boots and a fashionable top rather than a skirt this time, but otherwise she looked the same.
She walked up and hugged me. My nipples hardened as she pressed her tits against mine.
“You look great!” she said, putting a hand on my belly. “And just look at your tummy! You’re already swelling right up, just like I told you!”
I didn’t trust myself to speak.
Gina laughed, then turned to Jane. “Hi!” she said. “I’m Gina.”
Jane nodded. “I guessed,” she said. “I’m Jane, Kelly’s best friend.”
“Nice to meet you, Jane,” said Gina.
Jane nodded. “A pleasure.”
Gina patted my belly again. “So what do you think of Kelly getting seeded?”
Jane shrugged. “Not sure yet,” she said. “Still trying to figure out this town.”
Gina grinned. “Stone Valley’s a great place to live.”
Jane looked at me, then back at Gina. “That,” said Jane, “probably depends on which side of the belly you’re on.”
Gina nodded. “Yep!”
Gina lived in a townhouse with her best friend Anabell. It was actually quite nice. Anabell was away for a couple days, but she apparently knew I was coming and was excited to meet me. According to Gina, anyway.
“Welcome to [i]Casa de Gina and Anabell[/i],” said Gina. “And Casa de Kelly now, too! Make yourself at home, cutie!”
I walked past her into the living room. I still hadn’t spoken to her.
Gina closed the front door. “So, Jane,” she said, “are you gonna stay, too? You’re totally welcome to, if you want. We have a guest bedroom and it might even help Kelly get used to things here, you know?”
Jane walked to the couch and sat down. Gina sat next to her. I picked a chair facing the couch.
“Are you sure you wouldn’t mind?” said Jane. “I don’t want to get in the way or overstay my welcome.”
“No problem at all,” said Gina. “And I’m sure Kelly doesn’t mind. Do you mind, Kelly?”
The answer to that was obvious, so I still didn’t break my silence.
Gina giggled. “Ohhhhh, the silent treatment!” she said.
Jane looked at me. “That’s not solving anything, Kelly.”
I crossed my arms and proceeded to ignore them both.
Gina nodded. “Not a problem,” she said. “Since she doesn’t want to talk, I know the perfect use for her mouth. Come here, cutie.”
Just like that, I found myself standing and walking to Gina.
“Wait,” I said. “I’ll talk, okay? See, I’m talking.”
Gina looked at Jane. “Have you ever seen a futanari cock, Jane?”
Jane shook her head. “No,” she said. “This is my first trip to this town.”
“Oh, good,” said Gina. “Welcome to Stone Valley! But even if you were a regular here, chances are you wouldn’t have seen a futa cock anyway. There’s really not that many futa girls and we don’t run around showing off our packages. Generally speaking, if you actually see a futa cock, it’s because you’re about to wind up in Kelly’s condition.”
“Makes sense,” said Jane.
“Anyway,” said Gina, “you get to see one now. Assuming, of course, you don’t mind watching Kelly suck me off.”
“I don’t mind at all,” said Jane. “In fact, it’s kind of hot. She’s getting quite good at it.”
“So Mitch said,” said Gina. “I figured she needed the practice, being new to cocksucking and all.”
I held up my hands. “All right, you’ve made your point. I’ll talk.”
Gina smiled and unbuttoned her jeans. Then she wriggled them over hips and down her legs until they were draped around her boots. She leaned back and parted her knees, revealing her dark blue panties. “What point are you talking about? I’m not making a point. I want a blowjob. Wrap those adorable lips around my dick and suck me off, cutie.”
I found myself dropping to my knees and reaching for Gina’s panties.
My eyes widened. “Aww, c’mon, Gina! I’ve already given two blowjobs today! I’ll be mmmmppphhhh...!”
The rest of my sentence was muffled as my mouth filled with Gina’s cock. She hardened almost instantly. Her shaft felt embarrassingly natural in my mouth as my lips firmed themselves around her rod. A moment later my head bobbed over her lap as I proceeded to give my third blowjob of the day.
Gina leaned back and draped her hand over the back of my head.
“So tell me, Jane,” said Gina, “how’s she been? I can’t believe she took so long to find out she was pregnant! I seeded her over a month ago!”
“She’s really stubborn like that,” said Jane. “She wouldn’t even admit she had been in Stone Valley until after she knew she was pregnant.”
My aching jaw remained firm as my wet mouth stroked over Gina’s shaft repeatedly. I could feel Jane’s eyes on me as I worked Gina’s cock.
“Oh, wow,” said Gina. “I seriously underestimated her capacity for denial! I mean, even without taking a pregnancy test, she had to know [i]something[/i] was up. It’s a futa pregnancy...her hormones are through the roof. Didn’t she even wonder why she was so horny?”
“Maybe,” said Jane. “I don’t know. But she ended up so aroused that she masturbated through our Western Civilization final.”
Gina’s cockhead hit the back of my throat, causing me to inadvertently slurp.
“Oh, yeah,” said Gina. “She was pretty far gone then. The intensity of futa hormones can be overwhelming, particularly when you’re not used to it.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” said Jane. “Anyway, that FINALLY prompted her to go see a doctor.”
Gina giggled. “All she had to do was pee on a stick! I know she thought futanari were an urban legend and all, but by the time she left here, she knew we existed and that she had been seeded. Even if she didn’t know she was preggie, she knew she was under my control. I can’t believe she managed to deny deny deny for so long. I mean, look at her! She hasn’t worn shoes in weeks, her boobs are at least a cup size bigger and she’s already got a belly starting! Didn’t she even bother to look up futanari on the Internet?”
My tightly-wrapped lips were sliding all the way to the base of Gina’s shaft now and her cockhead was sliding into my throat. Pre-cum was flavoring my tongue.
Gina giggled. “Please excuse me for a moment,” she said.
“No problem,” said Jane.
“Cool,” said Gina. Then she grabbed the back of my head with both hands while her cock exploded into my mouth.
“Mmmmmppppphhhhhh!” I said, as blast after blast of semen made its way down my throat into my belly.
“Oh, yeah,” said Jane. “She’s definitely getting better.”
“Mmmmmpppphhhhh!” I said, trying to let Jane know she wasn’t funny. It did no good, however. I couldn’t stop swallowing Gina’s flow of come.
After a half-minute or so, though, it finally tailed off. Gina waited for a few seconds as I drained her cock. Then she pushed my head back.
“Not bad,” she said. “You’ll get better with practice.”
My cheeks flushed. I was embarrassed as hell kneeling in front of Gina and Jane with a belly full of Gina’s futa come. Also, Gina’s nearness and my helpless rush of pregnancy hormones had me wet and twitching. Grrrrrrrrr.
Gina smiled. “There’s a pitcher of lemonade in the refrigerator, cutie,” she said. “Get me a glass. Get yourself and Jane a glass as well, if she wants.”
“Sure,” said Jane. “Thanks.”
I stood without thinking and walked to the kitchen. I could hear them continue talking as I did so.
“It’s amazing watching Kelly obey your every word,” said Jane. “How did you get her to do all that stuff while she was home, though?”
“I have total control of Kelly,” said Gina, “right up until she gives birth. I don’t need her conscious mind to hear my instructions, either. Telling her subconscious works just as well.”
I poured the lemonades, then put the pitcher back in the refrigerator. I walked back to the living room and set the two glasses on the small living room cube table in front of Gina and Jane.
“I get that,” said Jane. “But you had no way of knowing where she’d be or who she’d be with. How were you able to structure it?”
Gina giggled. “Well, I’m not going to tell you [i]everything,[/i]” she said, “but I’m sure you know the mechanics of it. During seeding season, the moment a girl’s pussy gets penetrated by a futa cock, she becomes paralyzed with pleasure. Straight, bi, lesbian...it doesn’t matter. It’s an automatic physical reaction. The girl’s body remains locked in that extremely heightened state of arousal and pleasure as long as that cock is inside her pussy. The futa actually seeding her then triggers an extremely powerful climax response from the girl, which effectively releases the energy built up inside the girl during the fucking.”
“Creating a deep state of unconsciousness,” said Jane. “Sort of like a pure form of hypnosis. Okay, with you so far.”
“Every futa knows this,” continued Gina, “so we’re ready for it. Kelly may be the first girl I ever seeded, but I knew that the moment I inseminated her, she was going to pass out and be deep asleep for quite a while.”
“So you had an indoctrination ready to go?”
“That’s a fairly accurate description, actually,” said Gina, “although the hypnosis metaphor isn’t really accurate. I control Kelly’s actions, yes...but not her thoughts, senses or emotions. I can make her get me a lemonade, but I can’t make her like doing it. And I can’t make her think it’s a soda, either. I don’t control her thoughts or what she’s thinking...only her actions.”
“How’s that a problem?”
Gina giggled. “She may not have believed in futanari initially,” she said, “but after everything happened, I assumed she revise her opinion. At that point, I assumed she would go home and find out everything she could about futa. After that, the next logical step would be a pregnancy test. The pregnancy test was supposed to trigger the transfer and the blowjobs. Since I didn’t tell her specifically to take a pregnancy test and our adorable little Kelly decided to ignore the whole situation, there was nothing to start the process.”
“Oh,” said Jane.
Gina continued. “That’s also why she was unprepared when her raging hormones drove her to a full-on masturbation session during class...which I would have [i]loved[/i] to see!”
My cheeks colored again.
Jane shook her head. “I don’t know about that,” she said. “Talk about awkward. Besides, finals and the smell of sex just don’t work well together.”
Gina giggled. “Good point.”
“Anyway,” said Jane, “what happens now?”
Gina became dead serious at that point. She looked me straight in the eyes as she answered Jane’s question.
“This is Stone Valley and Kelly got impregnated by a futa during seeding season,” said Gina, speaking in a very distinct manner. “This means Kelly’s knocked-up ass is mine for the next eight months, and when I say mine, I mean in every sense of the word. And yes, you can bet that I’ll be showing off that rounded belly of hers in any and every way I can.”
I bit my lower lip. There wasn’t much I could say to that.
Then Gina giggled again. “And if cutie isn’t careful, I’ll stick baby number two in her oven during [i]next[/i] spring break.”
My eyes widened. “No fucking way!” I said. “That is so [i]not[/i] happening! You’re getting one baby out of this belly and that’s it!”
Gina giggled. “I’m sure you’re right,” she said. “Just like the night we met, when you said I had no chance of swelling your tummy.”
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever,” I said. “Anyway, I’m here, so I can put on shoes now, right?” I slid my bare foot forward.
Gina laughed. “Well, of course you can’t wear shoes! You’re my adorable little barefoot and pregnant girl! And I knew you were a little rough around the edges, so I even decided to help you out by making sure you had cute girly toes.”
“Thanks,” I mumbled. “You’re all heart.”
“It’s a gift,” said Gina, giggling. “They just don’t make ‘em like me anymore.”
NEXT: PART 3