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From: Malcolm Pierce <Pagema@academic.fpc.edu>
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Subject: Breeders I + II
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Hey all,
Ok, I've finally gotten the hint from people so I'm reposting the first
two parts of Breeders. I hope you enjoy them, along with part three.
Part four MIGHT be out this weekend, but I'm not sure yet. Anyway, take
it east and as always death to the spammers.
Malcolm
(Disclaimer: This story contains material of a sexual nature. If you
don't like this fact then don't read it.)
Breeders (m/f, breast aug, sci/fic)
By Malcolm Pierce
Part I
Bobby swallowed hard as he stood outside the principles office. He
swore he was going to kill Steven if he got out of this one. It had
been Steve's idea to peep in on the girls shower, and it had been a
pretty good idea until Ms. Saunders the Gym teacher had caught them.
Correction, him. While he got his chops busted, Steve had taken off.
Saunders gave him the riot act then told him to see the principle. When
she had said that his heart made a one way trip to his feet. The new
principle of St. Alexander's High School was supposed to be a real ball
breaker. She had sent Ox Fulson, the 6'8" star quarterback out her
office crying once. No one knows what she did but the bottom line was
that no matter what, you did NOT want to get sent to her office. And
yet here he was, at the door of death with no protection in site. Bobby
raised his hand to knock on the door and hesitated. If Ox couldn't
handle her, how would he? She would chew him up and spit him out
without even sweating. Forget this, he thought and was about to turn
and leave when a voice from inside the office said: "Come in." Bobby
paused a moment then turned the knob. How did she do that?
The principle's office was small and somewhat crammed. A desk sat
across from the large double doors and bookshelves lined dominated the
other walls. Bobby slipped inside, his head hung low. Better take the
penitent sinner approach while he had the chance and pray she was
feeling merciful. The principle looked up from her paperwork and
smiled.
"Ah, Mr. Calloway, do sit down." Principle Smith purred, smiling like
a cat about to pounce on a mouse. Bobby seated himself, continuing to
look at the ground. Smith steepled her fingers and glared at him. "I
got a call from Ms Saunders. She says she caught you peeping in on the
girls locker room. Is that correct?
"Yes ma'am," he mumbled. Smith shook her head and sighed.
"Really, Mr. Calloway. Surely you know better than that."
"Yes ma'am"
"I mean, trying to catch girls showering? You are a Senior, not a
freshman. I'd expect a slightly more mature behavior out of you." At
the mention of the girls, Bobby felt an erection flair a little. While
he didn't like getting chewed out, in a way it had been worth it to see
Sherry Winslow without a top. God did she have big tits.
"Mr. Calloway?" Smith said. Bobby jerked his head up, suddenly
realizing she wanted a response.
"Um, yes ma'am." Smith stood and walked around in front of him. Bobby
felt his erection stiffen a little more as she did. She was tall and
lithe, with long red hair, firm, shapely legs and a fine hourglass
figure. The white blouse she wore did little mask the perkiness of her
D-cup breasts and her short black skirt came only to the middle of her
thigh, giving an excellent view of her legs. Bobby squirmed a little in
his seat as she approached trying to hide his excitement. Smith crossed
her arms under her breasts and glowered at him.
"Mr. Calloway," she said harshly. "You are a mature young man and I am
shocked and deeply disappointed you would do such a childish thing."
Bobby tried to keep eye contact with her, but he kept drifting down to
her breasts. They were beautiful; all full and perky, he found himself
longing to touch them. The principle put her hands on her desk and
continued: "You're fortunate those girls didn't find you themselves or
you might have really been sorry."
"Yes ma'am, I know." Bobby stammered and folded his hands over the
bulge in his pants. He couldn't take his eyes of her chest. He was
surprised to see that every time she took a breath the button spaces of
her blouse opened a little, giving a brief glimps of the soft mountains
of glory that lay beyond. He was even more surprised to see she wasn't
wearing a bra. So entranced was he that he jumped when she thrust her
face into his and locked eyes with him.
"Mr Calloway! Have you been listening to a word I've been saying?"
Bobby tried to respond but failed as by leaning forward she had given
him an unobstructed view of her massive tits. He swallowed hard and
tried again.
"I...uh...Yes ma'am," he stammered. "I'm very sorry and I promise to
never do it again." Much to his disappointment, Ms. Smith stood up and
sighed.
"I'm afraid sorry is not good enough, Mr. Calloway," she said, glaring
down with a death stare. Bobby erection shrank fast, he was in for it
now. "Something must be done."
"Yes ma'am" he mumbled, returning his gaze to the floor. She arced an
eyebrow at him.
"A suitable form of punishment is in order, wouldn't you agree?" Bobby
looked up at her with his best puppy-dog eyes.
"I am at your mercy, ma'am" he said, hoping to make her laugh a
little. She didn't though. Instead she did the one thing he never
would have expected. She took a step forward and sat down on his lap.
Her long, slender arms wrapped about him and she kissed him
passionately. Despite his shock and confusing, his erection came back
in full force. They kissed for a full twenty seconds before she broke off
and smiled at him.
"Glad to hear it," she purred. "I think I have the perfect punishment
for a dirty little boy like you." She kissed him again and moved her
hand down between his legs. Bobby struggled a little and broke the
kiss.
"Ms. Smith," he panted as she rubbed his crotch. "You shouldn't...I
mean...your a..." He could get the words to come out right. It felt
wonderful, but she was the principal. Albeit a hot principal, but
you just didn't go around boffing the headmaster of your school. He
tried to struggle away but she held him down and put a finger to his
lips.
"Shhhh.... Don't worry about it. Right now all I am this a hot woman
looking for some satisfaction. That's all the matters" She kissed him
again, this time longer. Then she pulled back a little and ran her
hands over the swelling of her breasts. Bobby's eyes nearly popped out
of his skull. They were bigger! This was not simply her taking a deep
breath but they had grown, going from a full D to about an E-cup.
Before her blouse had covered them completely, now they strained against
the thin fabric, pulling the spaces between the buttons apart and
threatening to burst out at any second. Ms. Smith traced circles around
her nipples and smiled.
"Here," she whispered. "I know you wanted to see these." She slowly
unbuttoned the blouse, Bobby held his breath in anticipation. One by one
the buttons were undone and she opened the blouse. Bobby nearly had a
heart attack. The were huge, full and perky, every man's dream. She
took his hands in hers and put them on her breasts. Almost instantly
she moaned with pleasure. Any inhibition Bobby had were lost and he
caressed her massive mammaries. It w as amazing, even as he touched
them now he could feel them swelling under his hands. Unable to resist
he pulled her close and buried his face in the valley of her cleavage.
She smelt so wonderful and felt so soft. His mind was no longer his own
as kissed and sucked on her mountain sized mammaries. Ms. Smith moaned
and sighed as she pulled him closer and squeezed her tits around his
face. Her hands slipped down to the boy's crotch. She could feel the
pulsing beast trying to escape. She unzipped his zipper and freed the
monster, and a monster it was: seven inches long and very thick. She
licked her lips in anticipation. She shifted her position to hike up
her skirt and gripped his shaft in her hand. Bobby mumbled something
from between her breasts, but she ignored him. She spread her lips and
sat down.
It was magnificent, fantastic. Ms. Smith let out a long moan as inch
after inch slid inside her. It filled her up, spreading her insides so
much that it was a full minute before she stopped gasping. Slowly she
began rocking back and forth, reveling in every wave of pleasure that
came from the hot cock inside her. Bobby began breathing hard, his
hands still caressing the full glory of her breasts, which by now were
the size of large melons. She gasped and moaned he began pumping on his
own. He thrust deeper and deeper insider, bringing her closer and
closer to her peak.
"Oooooohhh....Bobby," she moaned, pulling him closer to her. Her first
orgasm hit with silent rush, the second, on the other hand, brought a
shriek from her throat. She tightened her internal muscles around his
member as she felt him nearing his.
"Come on, Bobby," she panted. "Come on. I know you can" He was
breathing hard, his cock pulsed. She squeezed him tight and readied
herself. "Give...it...to...MEEEE!!!!!" With one long, final thrust
Booby exploded inside of her. She cried out in pleasure as she felt his
warmth fill her, expand her. She kept riding him, her body sucking up
every last drop of his seed. There was so much, obviously this kid
didn't get it often. For a moment she was afraid she wouldn't be able
to hold it all, but then he started to relax and finally stopped. Bobby
let out a long grunt and sat panting. Ms. Smith's breathing slowed and
she smiled at him. He looked at her dumfounded.
"That was..." he began, still breathing hard.
"Incredible," she finished for him and kissed his sweat beaded
forehead. "But you can't tell anyone, Mr Calloway."
"Oh, believe me, ma'am. I wont. Trust me, I..." She cut him off by
putting her index finger to his forehead. The soft blue light emanated
from it washed through Bobby's mind. His eyes went blank and his head
drooped to one side. Ms. Smith smiled as she stood up.
"Don't worry, my darling," she whispered. "I trust you." She zipped
up his pants and adjusted her skirt. She waited a minute while her
breasts shrank back to their regular size then buttoned up her blouse.
When she had returned everything to normal she leaned in front of Bobby
and snapped her fingers. The boy woke with a start.
"I said have you been listening to anything I've said?" she growled.
Bobby looked around, confused then looked at her.
"Um...Yes...ma'am. I'm very sorry for what I did." he stammered. Ms.
Smith turned away from him and crossed her arms.
"I'm afraid sorry isn't going to be enough, Mr Calloway. You have
detention from now until Friday. Understood." The boy hung his head.
"Yes ma'am," he mumbled.
"Good, now get out of my office." Bobby stood and scurried for the
door.
"Yes ma'am. I promise this won't happen again." She shot him a death
look.
"See that it doesn't," she said with menace in her voice. Bobby exited
in hurry, leaving Ms. Smith alone in her office. When she was sure he
was gone she stretched and slid her hands down to her belly. A small
sigh escaped her; he had been fantastic. Not the best, but certain
better then the last two. She hoped he would get in trouble again so
she could get him back to her office. Maybe she could even get him to
come to her home. Now that was idea. The things she could do there
would be...
She stopped in mid thought and glanced down. She had felt it, hadn't
she. She waited a moment longer and sure enough she felt it again. A
movement, like a tiny flutter, rippled in her belly. She smiled. The
boy WAS good. Rarely did fertilization occur this quickly. She grabbed
her coat and hit the comlink on her desk.
"Mrs. Harris," she beeped to her secretary. "Please cancel all
appointments today, I think I'm coming down with something." With that,
she went for the door.
Part II
As Ms. Smith drove along the highway heading home, she marveled at how
pretty the changing colors of the leaves were and how clean and crisp
the air smelt. It was nothing like her home world, Dyrata. There black
clouds had blocked the sun and you couldn't drink the water. There had
been virtually no animal life left anywhere and the lack of ozone made
going outside hazardous. Social upheavals happened on a daily basis and
those that were in power hoarded what little they could. It all had
finally come to a head when, during war for scarce resources, a nuclear
exchange decimated the world and wiped out its population. The few who
had been lucky enough to escape were scattered across the galaxy. Some
died out in the loneliness of space, but others had landed on other
worlds and began colonizing. Smith had landed on this world five years
ago and was shocked by what she found. The inhabitants, while advanced,
where emotionally immature and petty. They fought over such silly
things as skin color and sex. They argued over government systems and
killed each other for no reason. It had disgusted her so much that
finally she decided that they needed to destroyed. But how? She was
only one. Even with her advanced technology and powers she alone could
not purge this world. Then it hit her: instead of destroying them, why
not replace them? She could do that. By breeding with them she could
populate this world with her own kind and eventually overthrow the
humans. Yes it was a perfect plan. The question was where to start.
Once again, the answer was simple: the schools. There was enough pent
up reproductive material to breed a thousands worlds. Finding suitable
mates there would be easy. So, she falsified her references and
credentials and had herself set up in a sea of young males, ripe for
the picking. It was all so easy.
As she turned on the overpass to her house she was suddenly struck by a
wave a pain and pleasure. She felt a movement deep within her, trying
to get out. Casting a glance down she saw that her usually flat
stomach was bulging out slightly against her skirt. My, this one is in
hurry she thought and drove faster. Another wave hit and this time she
nearly cried out. She put her hand on her belly and tried to blink past
the sensation. She could feel the life within pulse beneath her
fingers, testing the limits of her inner flesh. Another wave and this
time she nearly lost control of the car. Her belly had expanded again,
pulling her skirt tight. With the erotic sensations now in full force
her breasts also began to expand, stretching the blouse. If she didn't
hurry she'd be bursting out of her clothes in a moment. She tightened
her internal muscles, not giving the fetus any more room to grow and
left rubber as she turned onto the street where she had set up her
base. It was nice suburb, quiet and open. Her house was a white one
level home. But the outside was just a cover. Inside was her
headquarters, her home and the only place she could give birth.
She pulled into the driveway and got out of the car, not bothering to
lock it up. The door to the house was only a quick walk away, but each
step got harder and harder. The life in her womb beat against its
confines, sending waves of pain and pleasure through her. Somehow she
got through the door and to the basement.
"Nanny!" she moaned as she clicked on the lights and she descended the
stairs. A section of the wall folded open in a shimmering movement of
green/blue tentacles. Smith hurried into the opening and the small room
within.
"Goodness!" a voice said. "You should have called ahead and told me.
I could have been a little more prepared."
"There was no time," Smith panted as she lay down on the table. "It
started almost immediately after I mated." Green tentacles coiled up
from the table, winding there way under her skirt and probed her
vagina.
"Alright," Nanny said. "Let it go, dear." That was all Smith wanted
to hear. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and relaxed.
The first wave came instantly, sending pleasure ripping through her
body. The fetus, now free, doubled in size in under a second. Ms.
Smith glanced down and smiled. Her belly began to swell like a balloon
as the baby grew. Months of growth happened in seconds. Her stomach
puffed up and up, pulling her skirt tight, then splitting it. She
gently slid her hands over her new paunch, reveling in the soft, warm
flesh that swelled beneath her fingers. Soon she was bigger than nine
months, bigger than any woman had ever been. Her breathing double, then
tripled and the life with her grew, stretching her stomach tight. She
loved this part. If she could have her way she would never stop
growing. She would love to just get bigger, and bigger, never stopping,
always feeling so full and tight. But finally, when she was so big that
it looked as though she had swallowed a beach ball, the growth did
stop. Ms. Smith let out a long sigh of contentment as she gently
caressed her huge stomach. A tentacle with and eye at the end dropped
out of the ceiling and looked her over.
"My goodness!" Nanny said. "I don't think you've ever been this big
before." What young stud did you fuck this time?"
"Hmmm?" Ms Smith sighed, a dreamy expression on her face. "Oh, no one
special. At least I didn't think so." She smiled. "What is it?"
"A male, a strong one at that. I estimate he will be at least two
meters tall and have a IQ of 135."
"Fantastic," Ms. Smith craned her neck to see the mountain of flesh
that was her stomach. A male, perfect. She patted her belly and laid
back. The eyeball moved closer.
"Um, dear, you do have to let him out at some point you know." Smith
scowled at Nanny.
"Killjoy," she mumbled and stretched. "If I must." She tightened the
her lower muscles and squeezed. The baby, sensing the change, began to
move, beating the inner wall of her body in protest. But Smith ignored
him. The muscles of her stomach tightened and constricted. There was a
brief flash of pain, then a whooshing, followed by a high pitched
crying. Smith's stomach shrank down to its former size as baby, fluid
and after birth were expelled in one squeeze. When she sat up the
tentacles held up a crying male human baby. Smith smiled.
"He is a strong one. What should we name him?" The eyeball blinked.
"How about Morgan?"
"Perfect choice." She kissed Morgan on the head and let the tentacles
take him away to the nursery. Then she stood and covered herself with a
robe.
"How many does this make?" she asked. Nanny blinked.
"Seven, not counting miscarriages." Smith scowled.
"This is going far to slowly. At the rate I mate we should have a
hundred by now. We have to find a way make more."
"Well," said Nanny. "Raphael is fully grown now. If we could find
some more females he could impregnate several at once." Smith's eyes
brightened.
"Nanny, that is a great idea! And know just the females to use."