Fertile Valley Sex Story
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Fertile Valley Sex Story
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Dearest all, This story continues the Fertile Valley story. To fully appreciate this continuation I encourage you to read the original 12 chapters written by Jim Davis . DISCLAIMER The story will have pregnancy, incest, pre-teen (consensual) sex, breast/penis expansion and cum inflation. If any of these are not to your liking, perhaps this work is not for you. This is a work of fiction and is by no means a justification of pedophilia. CHAPTERS click on the link to read the chapter: Chapter 13 One Month After Chapter 14 Seed & Shower Chapter 15 Curriculum Gravida Chapter 16 The Ovum Conundrum Chapter 17 Battle of Boobs and Bellies Chapter 18 The Fertility Farm Chapter 19 Overdue Epilogue: Ten Years Later *** Chapter 13 One Month After So many things happened since the results of the lab report had come in. The FBI had done a thorough investigation of the child pornography case – and had made quite a few arrests. It hadn’t taken long for word to come out through TV and internet, spreading the “scandal of Fertile Valley” across the entire country. I had been called in for questioning numerous times – as well as for my expertise in genetics in this particular case of fertility-enhancing components, in every-day consumable products. The FBI was, however, the first to leave the valley. Through their investigations the feds had come to that damn preacher Daniels a few times – but without concrete or clear evidence relating him to the pornography, the sly bastard could not be apprehended. Whenever interviewed on television you could just see his overconfident smirk as he related a (much more toned-down) version of his doctrine on procreation. He was not, however, able to escape the national welfare department’s accusations, based on the results from the 3-page-long fax done by the lab. State police and other law administrators had come immediately after the feds were gone, and shut down his dairy factory and closed his water distributor. The preacher himself was meant to pay huge sums of money both in fines and compensation – but had of course disappeared the night before his apprehension. The community of Fertile Valley had almost been indifferent to this change; a few devout churchgoers – people in the preacher’s inner circle – had simply stated that Daniels had gone and spread the word to other counties. A lie, and an obvious one at that, but one that most people drank up like they drank their fertility-enhanced water. Apart from the mayor, who cooperated graciously with the feds and my department, most common folk in the valley led on – and bred on – like nothing was going on at all. My colleagues from the welfare department had stayed for a week or two, accumulating evidence and writing reports. I had been appointed to supervise them and collect their data – together with Maggie. With so many people around, as well as prying eyes of the government, I wasn’t at all surprised to find nurse Maggie wearing loose, unrevealing clothes; keeping up a professional appearance. With so much paperwork to deal with, results to analyse and data to collect, there had been no time for her usual teases, or even cheeky playfulness. Upon the departure of my colleagues, the head of my department paid us a personal visit and notified me of my new tasks: “You are to compile an extensive report on everything that has happened, with a detailed history and thorough sample analysis,” he had said. This included trying to find out how long the preacher had been at it, going over his records (both personal and commercial) and taking samples of ground water, soil, crops and more. It would be very likely that I and my family, would have to stay in the valley for one more year. On the flip side, “compensation will be very generous,” my chief had said. When the month’s salary came in I could see that had not been a lie. Which brings us to my wife and children. Last you read my wife was throwing up in the bathroom, and four of my daughters had all seduced me CRAZILY with their big, ever-growing tits. Coming home after tiring days of work I hadn’t always had the pleasure to find them awake (or, indeed, myself); but more often than not I would find myself stuffing my humongous, rock-hard dick in one of their sopping pussies, gushing rivers of cum in their oh-so fertile wombs. It should be no surprise that Debbie, Dee, Melissa and Meagan had missed their periods, and gotten pregnant. VERY pregnant, I imagined, half ashamed and half too horny to care. Even only one month in and the changes were noticeable; the growth in their bust had accelerated, all four simply stretched out one bra after another. My sweet wife Peggy felt the most sore, she had been impregnated by me the earliest; her tits had swelled up two cup sizes at least and felt very tight, she exclaimed more than once. Debbie already showed the slightest of pudge in her belly; Meagan had already looked like that and had not yet changed there. Both their nipples had gotten fatter though, the areolas puffy and oh-so juicy looking. They felt tightness and discomfort too, and both (but especially Meagan) enjoyed rubbing and massaging their oversized boobs to relieve themselves. It also caused their tits to balloon a cup size BIGGER, driving me absolutely out of my mind. In all this sexual craziness it was a miracle that Julie and Jenny had not grown abnormally at all. Indeed, they had shown no signs of sexual activity, and were very much aware of what it would mean if they TOO were to get pregnant. I suppose being the oldest made them, in this case, the wisest. But even more surprising was our oldest son, Adam, who had chosen his videogames over any-and-all things to do with the world outside. He went to school, came home, locked himself in his room and turned on his Nintendo. All of this had happened in merely one month. All the chaos at work had completely disappeared by this time, with only myself and Maggie remaining. That was another BIG change: Maggie. As soon as my colleagues and chief had gone she went back to wearing her tight uniform again. Now she was only three months pregnant, but she looked twice that size. She had a BIG belly, swelling with babies, and even BIGGER tits. My god, those things were growing by the day, I thought, bursting through her uniform – literally, at one point; a button had popped off when she arched her back and her breasts just OOZED out of their bra. I could barely concentrate with her around, and she loved to tease me with her figure. My dick would grow painfully large and nothing could subside it; nothing except stuffing her ripe, pregnant pussy and pumping her full of my cum. “You’re mine, mister,” she would purr in my ears as she slammed herself on my cock, “Oh yea baby, like that – FUCK you are so big, Bill. You’ve gotten BIGGER lately, and FATTER – you’re stretching my pussy, baby, stretching it and I LOVE it.” Her tits would swell up from excitement and she had no trouble pointing it out. “Look what you’re doing to my tits, Bill. They’re SWELLING, they are growing for you baby – oh, fuck your cum in me Billy, I want your cum in my BIG, PREGNANT belly!” I would lose it seeing her big, sexy tits bouncing in front of me, feeling her pregnant belly against me – and I’d cum deep inside her, deep and hard. But that had been a week ago. For the past seven days I had not been home, or in the office at the clinic. Instead I had driven cross-county to hunt down the preacher, Lucas P. Fucking Daniels. But he was a sly devil – ironically – for a man of the cloth he had seemingly completely disappeared off the face of the earth. I had been asking people, especially fellow clergy in the numerous little churches, but everyone had the same cover story – perfectly rehearsed (as I was certain had been the case). In his own office, right behind the largest church in the valley, I had found bits and pieces of evidence only: a neglected file, some post-its with hastily scribbled data and a seemingly innocent-looking bible with words and phrases randomly highlighted; I later discovered that together they made entirely new sentences, revealing a little more. Then had come the taking of soil samples. This had been the most arduous task; the chief of my department wanted samples of all around the valley. Fortunately the people I met were very kind, helping me out and allowing me to take samples of the ground in their farmland. That was how I had gotten crop samples as well, as many of the farmers considered health-related work important – especially in case of fertility research. Being out there for the whole week, though, sleeping in little, shabby motels had brought along quite a complication. I hadn’t had sex AT ALL, and with so many farm girls and wives being overly well-endowed – as well as pregnant, HUGELY pregnant more often – my sexual drive was more than I could handle. I didn’t get enough sleep either; the small roadside motels had a reputation of being love shacks; the midnight moans and banging would not allow for a peaceful night. On top of that, the research (and preacher hunt) had left me too exhausted to help myself out. Whenever I had left a farm I’d have a painfully hard, throbbing erect penis, pressing against my pants like a swollen third leg. Only when collecting and counting the data would it subside, and was I able to crawl in bed – only to have to listen to the sounds of nightly activity going on around me. This was the last evening, though, and I had almost finished up taking samples at the church. My watch showed me it was around 10 pm, and I felt weary – but not as exhausted as before. With the preacher gone, the large church had less of a following than before, and the mass had been shorter, giving way for a greatly needed quietness. As I was toiling away in the grassy fields just outside the church grounds, halfway up the hill, I could see the stars above appearing, and for those precious few hours I had felt completely serene. The outdoors, sound of crickets and croaking frogs, the silent stars, fresh breeze and smell of grass and flowers all made me forget my primal urges and needs. When I finished labelling the samples and had put them in the car; when I sat down in the driver’s seat and turned on the engine; only then was I brought back to reality, the valley, the preacher, the swelling bosoms and bellies. My OWN swelling prick. I was half tempted to unzip my pants and jack off in the car, but if I left now I might still make it home, to my newly pregnant wife – and the thought of humping the living daylight out of my sexy, hot wife was enough to get me driving. It was also enough to get me a boner, desperate to escape the confines that were my pants. I hadn’t driven a mile or three when I saw someone walking along the side of the road. A young woman from the looks of it. As she noticed the light from my high beams (there had been no street lights on this part of the road) she turned around and beckoned me to stop. From a distance she looked very pretty, slender, black hair, wearing a light summer dress. I stopped next to her and rolled up the window. I was surprised to see she was Asian; she was the first person with oriental features that I had seen in Fertile Valley. She had a beautiful, smooth face, high cheekbones and a cute smile. “Thank you so much for stopping, mister,” the girl started, pushing a lock of hair behind her left ear, leaning inward to properly see inside the car. “I’ve been walking for quite some time, and really need a ride…” Who was I to deny a pretty young woman a ride, in the dark of night? I briefly contemplated what it’d mean for getting home to Peggy – but decided not to leave a woman alone in the dark. “Hop in,” I said, unlocking the door. The pretty Asian smiled widely and opened the car door, before plopping down on the passenger’s seat next to me. She stroked one hand through her hair as she closed the door, her thin, light-blue summer dress held in place with a large white belt. She was a petite girl, but she wasn’t pregnant, I could tell. It was then that my eyes noticed her chest. Her big, BULGING breasts. Her summer dress was loose and flowing below her waistline – but from her belt and up it was stretched TIGHT. She filled up her dress, which revealed a lot of cleavage; her creamy-white skin pressed heavily against the fabric of her dress, and it jiggled with every movement she made. She’s not wearing a bra, I thought, and true enough, I could see her nipples poking through the dress, squashed against those HUGE orbs of flesh. My dick got hard just looking at her like that – it was difficult to return my eyes on the road and continue on driving, but I forced myself to do so. “Thank you again, mister. I would’ve walked all night to get home if you hadn’t stopped for me,” the girl had a sweet, soft voice. I noticed she spoke more eloquently than the natives of the valley. “Forgive me for asking,” I began, trying to sway my mind from horny thoughts (and to prevent my dick from exploding), “but you don’t seem to be from, eh, around here.” The young woman giggled. “I know, right? I might just be the only Asian in this county! I actually came here as an exchange student, with my boyfriend.” Boyfriend. Of course she would have one. Any carnal desires of mine to have my way with her diminished; after all, she wasn’t from the valley. My painful boner, however, begged to disagree. “Thing is,” the girl sighed, leaning back into the seat, “we’ve been here for two months now, and there’s not much studying goin’ on here.” I snickered at that, remembering what Meagan and Melissa were being taught at their school. “Yea, you’re in the wrong place for that!” I laughed. “People are busy here with, well, completely different things.” The girl laughed at that too, and I dared a glance at her; as she laughed her oversized breasts shook and jiggled in their dress, hypnotic and tempting. She noticed my stare and, embarrassed, I quickly looked ahead once more. “Well, there was a second reason for coming here…” Was that a subtly seductive tone I heard? “My boyfriend and I, well… we’ve been trying to get pregnant for a year or so, without results,” she continued, her voice ever so slightly sadder. “Where I’m from it is difficult to get fertility drugs, and my boyfriend thinks it is all MY fault.” She began to sound a bit angry. “I mean, I had to take all the possible drugs and vitamins here, and look at me!” As I glanced her way again she arched her back, pushing her chest forward; her tits stretched the dress even more; nipples poking hard at the fabric. “I’m as ready for making babies as I’ll ever be!” Through the corner of my eye I saw her grab her boobs, squeezing them as she adjusted her dress. My dick was pulsing and had gotten so thick it was easily visible through my pants. ONE WEEK without release, and now a foxy, fertile little Asian with enormous tits was sitting next to me. I was beginning to regret stopping the car. Groaning a bit, my eyes glancing to my crotch, I shifted my legs trying to accommodate for my ever-growing erection, catching the attention of the sexy little woman beside me. “This place did something to me,” she said softly, eyeing my crotch, “made me…GROW…” she looked up at me, with a slight blush on her cheeks. “I can see this place has done something to you as well, mister.” I clumsily apologized, “I’m sorry, really…it’s just that, eh… I haven’t had an opportunity to, well… see, the past week I couldn’t…” A nervous bead of sweat ran along the side of my head. Damn, I couldn’t focus on steering the car, looking at this hot, busty young girl AND get my thoughts across. But she giggled again – tits jiggling – understanding me perfectly. “You haven’t had sex in a while, huh?” her triumphant exclamation made me feel even more embarrassed. God, she was pretty. I just wanted to jump on her, rip that dress up, free those MASSIVE boobs and plaster them with my white, gooey cum. “I’m a researcher here, trying to collect data on the fertility issues in this valley,” I said, trying to distract myself from her ‘assets’. “I’ve been out for a week, and haven’t had time with my wife, or… even to… help myself.” I confessed, sighing, shifting my position once more. Then the girl moved her hand to me leg, slowly reaching my penis. “Maybe you could…explain this fertility thing to me…in private.” Her soft, smooth purr increased my lust for her. “Maybe a thorough…examination…is in order.” My dick jumped a bit under her hand; she pressed slightly harder and began to stroke it. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Even a foreigner – who had probably been raised with stricter standards than in the valley – was unable to resist the sexually enhancing effects of this place! The threshold in my mind was fading the more the horny, busty girl touched me…but there was one more hurdle. “Y-you have a boyfriend…” I managed. She kept stroking my throbbing, growing manhood, smiling kindly to me. “My boyfriend is infertile, mister. I KNOW I can make babies, I can FEEL it. With the stuff I have taken while I’ve been here, I can make MANY babies,” she had begun to caress one of her big, luscious breasts with her free hand, “He blames me, but we’ve done it countless times, and it’s not working.” She removed her hand from my crotch, much to my displeasure. “I need a real man, with a real…BIG…manhood.” She eyed my dick, biting her lip as she saw it thickening in my pants. I could’ve cum all over myself right then and there. “Please, mister,” she begged, almost moaned, “I can see you need the relief… Let’s help each other out.” Any threshold I had held on to was gone. We pulled up in a small motel after a painfully long ten minute drive. There was no motel owner, though we did hear some hefty noises coming from the utility cupboard in the back. We decided to take a key from a room at the far end – one with many vacant rooms next to it, so other “noises” would not disturb us. The young woman had me trailing her with my tongue out, one hand on my huge dick – throbbing all the more with the promise of release. Her cute, swaying butt and hips practically put me under a spell; she turned around once, and her big, swaying boobs bounced in her dress as she spun. I couldn’t wait to see them in their full glory – and couldn’t believe how lucky I was to get to feel them and squeeze them. The room was surprisingly spacious, and especially the bed was well-kept. Jenny Lee – for that was her name – was eighteen, she had said in the car, which in her country was a very respectable age for getting married – and getting knocked up. “My boyfriend won’t marry me until I get pregnant, ensuring he has children first,” she had told me. Helping her out would help her get married – and as far as ridiculous reasons for ploughing her brains out went, that seemed a totally acceptable excuse. As she stood in front of me in the small room – curtains drawn – with a dim standing lamp shining on us, she shyly turned to me and said, almost in a whisper, “I’ve never done it with another man… but I’m so HORNY all the time, mister Bill. So horny and READY for children.” “Just Bill, please, Jenny,” I said. “Before I came here, to this valley, I… I don’t think I could’ve done this either. But this place…” I sighed, locking eyes with the small Asian woman. Small, but with BIG, bouncy breasts. “It does something to you.” “I want YOU to do something to ME now,” Jenny Lee teased, shyly grabbing my hands and placing them on her breasts. Through the silk-like material of her dress her soft, fleshy tits felt wond
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