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

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

I'd seen pictures of her and so had Peggy. That's why she jumped to conclusions I guess. I refused to believe that her genes alone were causing the sudden expansion of my daughters' breasts. There was something else at work here. And that something else was responsible for a multitude of grade-school girls swelling out of their clothes with pregnancy.

It scared me to think of what might happen to OUR little girls. I was overwhelmed with curiosity after Peggy had "warned" me about our girls. How quickly would they develop, I wondered, and to what extreme? The first thing I wanted to do was to see for myself what had Peggy so concerned.

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

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

My little 10-year-old girls had breasts all right. If you took a tennis ball and cut it in half, that was how big my little girls' breasts were. For 10 year olds anyway - they looked BIG. But the mounds of flesh pushing out their t-shirts only told half the story.

On closer inspection, I saw that most of the volume of that flesh came from the dark mass capping the front of their breasts. The kids had nipples and areola that belonged on a well-endowed nursing mother. Big fat puffy areola crowned by nipples as big around as a dime - nipples that were burning a hole in their little shirts. It was scary looking almost. Their nipple areas were so grossly out of proportion with their breasts. Something very abnormal was developing and I didn't have a clue what to do about it.

Dee and Deb were sitting on the bed opposite their older sisters, giggling and poking at each other's new protrusions. They were taking the changes a lot better than their older sisters. Their younger brother Peter sat there mesmerized by it all. Adam, our oldest son, seemed curiously aloof. I didn't really have time to explain to my two eldest why life isn't fair - I had to go earn a living, so off I went, shaking my head in disbelief.

As I was leaving, I saw Dee n' Deb both take a big chug out of a bottle of that spring water they had at the store. It did my heart good to see my younger kids taking the healthy route. Dee n' Deb, Peter and our youngest twins Melissa and Meagan all took after Peggy and me. They loved water and we encouraged them to drink plenty. She'd gone out that morning to the grocery next door and bought a case of it for us - he never trusted tap water (especially out of town tap water). Adam, Jennie and Julie drank nothing but that dreadful diet soda.

Unfortunately, Peggy bought a case of that stuff too. Well, at least they didn't have acne I thought. I was happy to have that opportunity, on my own, to explore the town and some of the sights around it. That way, no matter what I encountered, I'd have time to formulate answers to the questions my kids (and Peggy) were sure to have about the bizarre things we saw. Maggie the nurse, and Jimmy from the health dept. greeted me in the little hotel lobby.

Maggie had the day off and had volunteered to show me around. Even though I'd been a married man forever it seemed, I still knew when a woman's interest in me went beyond professional courtesy. Maggie's attire that day confirmed my instincts. She had dressed to get my attention, and she succeeded - she left little to my imagination.

It was hard to look Maggie in the face when she was talking to me - VERY hard. I could see her dark areola through the light pink spandex top stretched across her pregnant tits. There were as wide as the palm of my hand and you could make out their crinkly texture as they puffed out the front of her swollen breasts. Her nipples were as hard as pencil erasers.

I couldn't take my eyes off her chest - until I saw the rest of her. Her belly pushed out the front of her equally "skin tight" black shorts creating a bulge the size of half a basketball. She looked a lot more pregnant than I remembered from the day we met. Amazing what a woman can do with the right outfit.

I felt guilty that day as Maggie drove me around town. Peggy was saddled with getting the kids enrolled in school, then meeting the realtor for the start of a long search for the right house. We'd been through this twice already as our family expanded, and now I was putting her through it again.

While my wife was taking care of our family, there I sat - in the passenger seat of this sexy nurse's Mustang convertible - watching her hair blow in the wind and her tits wobble with every little bump we hit. Hwy 98, which turned into Main St., was a very bumpy road. I noticed a faint smile cross Maggie's lips each time she felt her big breasts shake.

She knew I was looking and she was lapping it up. The little town was like so many others I'd seen on visits to the south - a little square with a courthouse in the middle of it. The streets all around it were lined with old stores, government offices, lawyers and so forth. There wasn't a Wal-Mart within a hundred miles of this little town, so it even had an old drug store - soda fountain and all.

I felt like I was in a time warp. But what an ideal destination! I was grinning from ear to ear as I looked around. "Kinda cute huh?" Maggie chirped. I agreed with her, and suggested we visit the drug store. I always liked to know the person filling my family's prescriptions. A poster in the display window at the drug store made my jaw drop. That had become a regular occurrence in this town - my jaw dropping.

The poster featured a photo of yet another pregnant little girl - Another VERY pregnant little girl. A bold headline above her read: "Have you planted YOUR seed today?" Her head was turned to look straight into the viewer's eyes, just like the girl on the billboard we saw. Her hands rested at the small of her back, and her body was angled expertly toward the camera to offer up just the right profile of her immensely swollen belly.

The photo was taken from slightly above her, so she was looking up at the camera, and the camera was looking down on her bulging young body. At that angle, her tits looked gigantic. On top of it all, she had a sweet smile on a beautiful face. It was framed in golden blonde pigtails.

The kid was so pregnant she literally burst out of her clothes. Her breasts were even larger than Maggie's - her yellow sun-dress barely held together with a series of diaper pins - the kind with the colorful plastic clasps. These had little pink hearts on them. I worked my way down the photo from her head to her toes.

The first diaper pin held the material on each side of her breasts together. She was so big in the bust, the buttons on her dress were a good 3 inches from the buttonholes. The big diaper pin was barely able to bridge the gap. A deep breath would have ripped that material to shreds. Inside the gap, her endowments were pushed together by a (too small) lacey bra.

There was easily 8 inches of cleavage bursting out the top of the child's brassiere, clearly visible behind the diaper pin. Above and below the middle of her belly were 2 more pins straining to keep the material around her together. They succeeded, but left a foot long expanse of bare flesh at the largest part of her tummy, which poked right through the front of the dress. Maggie had a smirk on her face when she caught me ogling the girl on the poster, then I saw HER jaw drop when she got a good look at the kid.

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

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

Peggy was right when she accused me of it so many years ago - I was (and am) obsessed with big tits. When they're bulging off the chest of a very pregnant woman, I go over the edge. I never thought I could get excited over a 12 year old girl, but this kid with her enormous tits spilling out of her bra, and her knocked up tummy poking out the front of her dress, was about to make me cum on myself.

I'd been so busy drooling over the picture I hadn't noticed the message in smaller type right under the girl's belly: "There is no greater gift to mankind, no greater honor in the service of the Lord than the gift of life. Glorious life - brought forth from the wombs of our most precious God given resources. Our wives, our daughters, our sisters, our aunts, our mothers and our grandmothers were all meant for one purpose - the ultimate service to their creator. They were meant to bring unto the world, new life - and to bring it forth in abundance.

"It is your God given duty to play your part in HIS divine plan. If your resolve is firm, HE will make her fertile and she will bear fruit. So we say unto you, as the Lord has said: BE FRUITFUL, MULTIPLY."

There was even more information at the bottom, under her dirty little bare feet - "This message was brought to you by: THE UNITY CHURCH OF THE FERTILE VALLEY, Lucas P. Daniels, Pastor Pictured is September poster girl Emily Walton, daughter of Jed and Ellie Walton. Emily will be on hand to autograph copies of this poster on Saturday, September 15th at this month's sponsor store - Dixon Drugs, on the square. Emily is a 7th grade student at Fertile Valley Junior High. She is 8 months pregnant with triplets. PRAISE THE LORD."

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

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

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

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

"People do seem to love our water - here, have all you want son, it's good for you." I thanked the man, took another bottle and asked him about Peggy's aspirin. He said they were out of the small bottles, but he had some in bulk he'd put in a subscription bottle for me. He came right out with it.

"Here, these are on me, son."

Maggie kissed him on the cheek, making it a point to brush her big tits across his arm in the process, and told him we were off to tour the square. Just then we heard a woman call out from the back. "Who's out there in the store, Matt?" I guessed it was Dixon's wife and I was right.

"It's Maggie from the hospital, and a new fella from the city, dear." Dixon's wife came rushing out. Well, waddling out would be a better description. Although Mrs. Dixon appeared to be her husband's age, her long gray hair pulled back in a ponytail, she was quite pregnant. About 11 months worth I'd say. She had the biggest pregnant belly I'd ever seen in my life.

Her huge breasts rested at the insides of her arms and wobbled visibly as she walked toward us. She was obviously braless. I wondered how many children she'd suckled to make those things that huge. Mrs. Dixon made Maggie look like a grade school girl in the bosom department. I was in shock over Mrs. Dixon's condition, and I think she could tell what I was wondering.

"We had a little help," she said as she smiled and smoothed her dress across her swollen middle. She pointed to a display almost hidden behind the check out counter. It contained several shelves filled with bottles of pills. The sign above the display read: "The Lord helps those who help themselves." It went on to explain that if older women needed some "extra help" bringing new life into the world, as the Lord would have them do, these special "aids" were provided free of charge by he Unity Church, and Dixon Pharmacy, "to the glory of god."

Pictured on the bottle was a smiling woman in her mid 60s at full term with a multiple pregnancy. "If I can do it, so can you," the woman was quoted on the label. I was flabbergasted. The pharmacist was handing out fertility drugs! But how did they make post- menopausal women ovulate? And it still didn't explain the little girls either. It was getting more and more complicated by the minute, I thought. I began to feel that I would never figure it out, but one thing I knew for sure - the combination of elements responsible for this phenomenon worked. And it worked VERY well.

I was ready to see some more of the town, meet more of its people and hopefully arrive at a plausible explanation for some of what I'd seen so far. Surely the problem couldn't be so extreme there wasn't a remedy. Science had advanced so far I thought, and I'd come to the rescue with a solution. Sounded good anyhow. Maggie and I left the drug store after thanking the older couple for their kindness, and made our way around the square.

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

Still, a clothing store for pregnant children would be unthinkable in mainstream society. I was in Fertile Valley though, and things were different. I might as well have landed in a parallel universe. The shop's slogan, on a banner under the store's sign read: "We can fit her no matter HOW big she gets." Inside were life-size photos of girls modeling the store's fashions.

The owner of the shop explained how they recycled (and altered) the dresses, pants, shorts, tops and bras from their Junior Miss Maternity shop on the other side of town. "We're proud to offer the only products of this kind in the country," the owner said.

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

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

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

At that point I began to wonder how my little 10 year olds were doing, and how Peggy was coping with the school registration. I wanted to explore some more of the area before we headed back though. Maggie thought it would be a good idea for me to see the hospital and the facility they had set aside for us to do our testing and research. There was plenty of lab space she said, and the staff had been instructed to attend to our every need.

When we got near the car, we encountered something I'd come to regard as 'normal' a few months down the road, but right then it threw me into shock - again. There was an old rusty pick-up truck parked right next to Maggie's convertible. We'd heard loud squeaking noises from 50 yards away, the kind you hear when a car with bad shocks goes by.

The whole body of the truck was shaking. As we got closer to it, we could make out two heads in the cab. One of the heads was moving up and down, long blonde hair flying wildly. It was obvious what was going on, but still I thought "... surely they can't be... not right in the middle of town, ... not in broad daylight."

Well, they WERE... and right in the middle of town. When we were close enough to see the two I came to fully realize I'd arrived in a place with a new set of rules. Everything I learned about acceptable behavior, these folks had thrown right out the window. I gasped when I saw the girl's face in the truck. It was hard to tell from farther away, and she was moving so fast, but when we got closer I could see she was no more than 8 or 9 years old.

She was exactly the size of my 8 year olds Melissa and Meagan. The gray haired man she was with had her in his lap, facing him. The little girl had her hands on his shoulders, her fingers digging into him. It was easy to see the kid was getting her brains fucked out. As we got close enough to hear them, I couldn't believe my ears. The little girl made quite a bit of noise all of a sudden.

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

I'd never thought of myself as a voyeur before, but I was mesmerized by the action in front of me. I mean, what could we do? We wanted to get in Maggie's car and be on our way. And not two feet from the passenger side, this man was fucking the shit out of his pregnant granddaughter. I was frozen at the open window of this beat up old truck as I watched them.

The little girl looked over at me and smiled as the big man fucked her silly - oblivious to everything around him. The kid's cut-off jeans were sitting on top of the steering wheel. They hadn't bothered to take off her panties or halter-top. She was tiny, her tummy barely showing, with just a hint of a swell on her chest. (Boy THAT would change I heard myself thinking.)

Her eyes locked onto mine and she grinned as her grandfather grabbed her by the hips and jerked her whole body up and down on his mule-sized prick. The man was simply ENORMOUS, and the child was taking every fat swollen inch of it inside her as she wriggled her hips, jerking her grandfather off with her tight young pussy. He was so huge and she was so tiny it looked like the man was beating off with his granddaughter's body. Using the kid instead of his hand, he yanked her up and down, banging her head on the ceiling of the truck each time he jerked her little pussy on his big throbbing penis.

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

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

The little girl kept her eye contact with me, her grin changing to a mixed expression of pain and passion. I'd seen it so many times - it was the look Peggy would get when she was about to convulse into orgasm. She was drooling out the corner of her mouth now, bucking her hips back at her grandfather. The little thud her head made each time it hit the roof of the truck reminded me of the last time Peggy and I made babies. The night Melissa and Meagan were conceived, we'd gone a little wilder than usual.

I remembered the sound of Peggy's head banging against our headboard, softly at first, then louder and more frequent. Just like that night, the beat picked up there in the truck. The little girl still had her eyes locked on to mine. She mouthed, over and over as she looked at me, "I'm coming, oh god! I'm COMING!"

Then she became verbal, "Grampa, I know you gonna CUM now... I... can feel it gittin' bigger in me. Come on grampa, git me knocked up some more, right in front of these people grampa... make me bigger with yer baby juice."

I could see the man's face twist up now - the child was right - he was about to cum. Maggie's eyes got bigger as she watched the man's cock swell - the purple veins running the length of it were about to burst. You could see the huge ripple of cum gush out of his balls, up through his big shaft and into his granddaughter's waiting womb - a womb already swollen with growing new life.

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

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

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

Well, that was just too much. I had so many questions that I felt like I was moving backward instead of forward in my understanding of it all. What did Maggie know of these people? How did she have any idea what size this man's grandson was anyway? How did a little kid that age get pregnant in the first place, and what on earth did she mean when she said, "Put more young-uns in me?" I wouldn't solve it right away. I knew that.

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

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