Twisted Teen Tales

                               Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 13

                                          Pregnant Teens (part 2of 3)

 

      A day before the test was about to begin, the principal sat down with the person responsible for this treatment that sounded as if it had the potential to revolutionize school and even prison discipline approaches for females of any age. It turned out that he was a failed premed student who drifted into the shadowy world of drug trafficking by virtue of his ability to dream up concoctions that went well beyond the standard bill of fare that was being ingested these days by US customers.

 

      Strictly by accident he stumbled on a compound that mimicked all the overt signs of a typical pregnancy, except it did it at ten times the speed. Initially it was just something that worked for those brain dead folk that were looking for something really off the wall to brag about to their druggie peers. However it was extremely powerful and no antidote existed to halt its progress. Thus only a few foolhardy souls took the plunge.

 

      Not a single one of these hardcore drug takers would recommend it to any of their friends or enemies for that matter. They even went so far as to boycott the organization for which he toiled. So he just forgot about it, and returned to working on new, more powerful, designer drugs until his friend happened to mention it to his friend, who happened to be on the staff of Arnold Palmer high school. As they say, the rest was history.

 

      He wished to remain anonymous, but agreed to supervise the test out of his desire for personal glory, an opportunity to make tons of money legitimately, and a chance at some free teenage pussy. When queried about whether the drug was safe to take repeatedly, he shrugged. However he mentioned that to his personal knowledge none of the women who took the drug had any long term effects.

 

      What that statement meant was absolutely nothing since he had no data upon which to make that encouraging claim. It was command decision time and Niles Nailer stepped up to the plate and went for the whole enchilada. You talk about your mixed metaphors, this one was classic!

 

      On Saturday morning early, so that Tatianna could get a good head start on her first day as a full time prostitute for her crime family, all parties assembled, including their representatives. Miss Novagrod was driven to Nailer's home in a bullet proof limosine, her bound and naked body locked in the trunk to make sure she'd be in attendance. She wasn't exactly in one hundred percent shape, as for the last twelve hours the family members had been taking turns convincing her of the wisdom of their latest offer to generously allow her to go pro.

 

      In their own brutal and most direct way they made her understand she absolutely wanted to join the organization that was sponsoring her as an exchange student. As a full time member of the organization she  would enjoy some great benefits including not having her legs broken, full restoration of the skin that was stripped from certain portions of her anatomy during the discussions and dental care to replace the three molars that were pulled from her jaw with pliers without the benfit of anesthetic.

 

      The Janson sisters arrived in the family station wagon, handcuffed and hobbled to prevent their escape. The drugs they had been given last night were just wearing off and their parents were a bit concerned about controlling the girls once they were wide awake. Niles had anticipated such a probability and had taken the liberty of asking two of his burliest teachers to act as security during the procedure. Naturally the discoverer of the wonder drug that was going to dramatically enhance the lives of the teachers of Arnold Palmer high school was in attendance as well, carrying the drug in his black satchel as if he were a member of the medical profession.

 

      It took a few minutes to get the Janson girls stripped and strapped down to the tables that had been set up in the recreation room of Nailer's home. Tatianna caused some difficulty, but a few rabbit punches to the back of her neck calmed her down considerably. The drug maker injected each of the three with the drug using the same hypodermic needle, which did worry the principal for a moment, but what the hell, what could go wrong? As it turned out, a whole hell of a lot!

 

      The drug doctor proceeded to explain, as best he could, what would happen next. This drug had the ability to compress the characteristics of a standard nine month pregnancy into less than a month. What he didn't know or forgot to mention was the effect was ten times more intense. That was shock one to the guinea pigs and their handlers. However there was a side effect that was a lulu, and he had no knowledge of it at all. It had to do with the sexual needs of the test subjects. They too became quite intense and beyond that the females now had the ability to pick and choose their paramours, thanks to the pheromones they could exude to suit their purposes. Turning this trio loose on the population of this bucolic city was tantamount to unloosing the Mongol horde on an unsuspecting Europe.

 

      It was agreed that once every three days Nailer would visit the Janson residence as well as the crime family's hideaway to check on the progress of the test subjects. He got his first phone call two days later. It came from a frightened Mrs. Janson who had just mopped up the latest ocean of vomit from her two daughters who were in the throes of morning sickness. He glibly described this behavior as to be expected and told her to rest easy. His first set of visits yielded nothing of significance to him, but had he been an obstetrician he would have been jumping out of his skin.

 

      On his second go-round, he started to get a number of very probing questions from his guinea pigs who were experiencing all sorts of minor changes that were rapidly turning into major ones. His reaction was to try to palm off these questions on his expert, the drug designer, who hadn't a clue. By day twelve besides morning sickness, which seemed to dominate the three of them, they were now experiencing swelling in various portions of their bodies. Ankles were beginning to thicken, breasts were changing, a bonus for the Janson sisters, but something  that just got in the way of progress when it came to the wolverine. Weight was up significantly, nine to fourteen pounds, fairly impressive for twelve days of pregnancy. Water retention was beginning to become an issue as they passed through day fifteen. Weight gains were now sixteen to twenty-two pounds and rising raidly. All three began to show.

 

      On day sixteen it hit the fan across the board. Nailer had been congratulating himself on the success of this experiment, but he hadn't been paying attention to some of the more obvious signs that were taking place under his nose. Little Joyce was now big Joyce and getting bigger by the day. What he failed to observe was that big Joyce had a male following that was off the charts. It didn' t matter who they were, from the janitor to the highest salaried teacher and every male student in between. Joyce had the pick of the litter every day and she picked early and often.

 

      The female portion of the school population was terrified at what was taking place. They couldn't get any dick if they paid for it! It got to the point that in class Joyce would decide she needed to go to the lavatory, a nearly constant process at this stage of her phantom pregnancy, and half a dozen hand picked males, often including the teacher of the particular class, would be her escort.

 

      It was the phone call he got from Janice's mother that set off the alarms. She informed him that her husband was so frightened at the power his older daughter had over him that he cowered under his bed in absolute terror everytime she went looking for him. He had become her live-in sex slave, and she used him and abused him like there was no tomorrow. He could not resist if he was in her presence and she decided she needed some comforting, which was her code word for cock.

 

      It all began to fall into place. For the last two days Tatianna had stayed home with a cold, or so she said. He called her lair and managed to get the head of the crime family to talk to him. The man was ecstatic! His top prostitute, Tatianna, was turning tricks at an unprecedented rate as well as charging outrageous fees, and the flow of cash into the family coffers was beyond his wildest dreams. He was so happy that he wanted to invest in this wonder drug at the earliest possible time to avoid being shut out when the world discovered what this drug designer had loosed upon the world.

 

      The principal dared not ask the man when he could expect the teen back in class, for he already knew that answer. Unfortunately things were moving at such an outrageous speed that he was unable to deal with the rapid transitions that were now taking place every day and in some cases every few hours. He got a good taste of it when he made his rounds on day eighteen. He found himself mounting Joyce Janson on his desk while his secretary and two female students looked on in disbelief. The principal thought it was the best sex he had ever experienced, but all that changed when he visited the Janson residence.

 

      The first thing he noticed was the five vans parked in front of the Janson house. They represented various plumbing repair and installation companies. Principal Nailer knew in an instant what was going on. He made a large mental bet with himself that upon gaining entrance to the Janson house he would discover a line of plumbers waiting patiently for their turn at Janice Janson, who was probably holding court in the main bedroom by now. He wondered what had become of the wasted, stub of a man, formerly known as her father, who previous to this miraculous transformation had ruled the roost with an iron hand and a hard cock.

 

      Since the front door was ajar, the principal walked right in. Seated in the front room were seven rather scruffy individuals in filthy overalls or smocks, the plumbing trade not being for the fastidious. They glanced at him, then went back to waiting with a collective look on their faces that reminded him of a pet dog about to be fed. Being used to being at the head of any line, especially for pussy, Nailer established his position and waited. Tiring of this, he went in search of his test subject. Janice's mother was guarding the door, but upon seeing who it was, she waved him through.

 

      Inside was a trio of naked pumbers, one lying beneath Janice, his thick cock buried to the hilt inside her pussy, a second with most of his prick lodged between her plump ass cheeks, and a third man tirelessly pumping his long, thin joint in and out of the pregnant girl's mouth. Janice was positively glowing, her tits full, the areolas almost black and her nipples thick. She must have gained at least another five pounds since he last saw her three days ago. Her ankles were swollen and the skin covering her abdomen was stretched so much that the blood vessels beneath could be easily mapped.

 

      Nailer looked around and everything seemed to be in order except for the strange behavior of the assembled plumbers. Then he felt the first stirrings of lust for the pregnant teen in his groin. He quickly recalled the incident in his office with Janice's sister, the jizz princess. This urge to nail the air tight teenager was growing by leaps and bounds. To his amazement he heard himself saying to the trio nailing the preggo that he didn't have all day to wait for them to get done fucking her.

 

      Almost as if they were in a trance, they stopped their assault and pulled out from her holes. The principal quickly mounted her from the rear and stuffed his fat cock into her asshole that yielded easily to his thrust. Her butthole swallowed his dick entirely and gave it a fast massage before he found himself spurting like some pimply-faced teenager who was getting his first piece of ass. What gave her this power over men, and how could it be controlled? For the moment there were no answers, so he zipped up and made his escape, noting that the trio was quickly reestablishing their positions and grinding away for all they were worth.

 

      The representatives for the crime family made a diligent effort to prevent him from seeing the test subject, Tatianna Novagrod, but he persisted and made threats that convinced them to acquiesce to his demands. If he thought the Janson sisters were sexy, this one made them look deformed. Even with an extra thirty pounds hanging off some spots that couldn't handle the loading, she was spectacular.

 

      She was  positioned on the kind of table used by gynecologists, but for a very different reason. In this way she could independently handle two customers simultaneously without any strain on her bloated body. Her tits were now double Ds and still growing. Nailer was astonished to see that she was leaking milk from her nipples which she complained itched like fury and were sore to boot. This entrepreneur was also selling small samples of her fresh breast milk to other foks with this particular fetish.

 

      From the looks of things she had assumed command, based on the worshipful looks that she was getting from the criminals surrounding the table which appeared more and more like a throne considering their adoring gazes. Her pheromones were serving her in more than the usual way. In truth this one deserved the title of the love machine, anticipated by some singing group many years previously.

 

                  ( To be continued - rolf palsy )