One such urge struck me last night. It took a while to find it. But when I did, I noticed the authors header in which 'Huntsman' allows the story to be reposted as long as he is credited. Being as I want it when I want it, I decided to do just that, repost it here.
I hope it brings you every bit of the mind twisting fun that it's brought me. And so I present to you...
Archive name: jasmine.txt (f/m-teens, fant, preg)
Authors name: Huntsman (no address provided)
Story title : JASMINE & THE PURPLE PANTIES
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Jasmine looked the contents of the table over. It was unbelievable the junk people put in a garage-
sale. Joke toilet-paper; one oversized golf-tee; more ashtrays than 10 smokers could use. Just junk! Even the clothes were junk. She had hoped to at least get a laugh out of the stuff. Coming out to the area where the "rich folks" lived had been a lark. Supposedly, people who were wealthier, would have a better class of garage-sale. Not from what she could see here though.
A brown box caught her eye. What's this? Naw! Even THESE folks wouldn't go for a joke like this! The box read: "Papa Petrofile's Pregnancy Promoting Purple Panties. . . Patent Pending."
Her curiosity aroused, Jasmine lifted the cover. Inside, was a soft purple cloth, almost glowing in the
light slanting in through the open garage-door. A slip of paper purporting to be instructions for use, slipped out onto the floor, where Jasmine picked it up almost automatically. The panties in the box were almost iridescent, and to Jasmine's eyes, the sexiest pair she had ever seen. From a first glance, they looked a little big, but she looked closely to see what the size was. No size. Glancing at the folded sheet of instructions, she noticed the usual claim that, "One size fits all."
"Oh sure," she thought. "Right up through the pregnancy these panties are supposed to promote. . . I'll just bet!"
Still, the pants seemed to call to her like a siren. Joke or no joke, fit or no fit, she just HAD to try them on. For sure the price was right. Even if they DIDN'T fit, Jasmine figured she wouldn't be out that much. She'd better buy them, before someone else noticed how darling they looked.
Ten minutes later, Jasmine was on her way; never noticing the frantic waving by a woman who had just run out of the house trying to intercept her. If she had noticed, she wouldn't have stopped anyway. The panties were HERS now.
That night, she read the instructions, and had a good laugh before tossing them. "Pregnancy Promoting
Panties indeed!" Like most such gag gifts, this one went a little overboard. Warnings about not wearing them overnight, if not married. Things about how they would ensure pregnancy in ANY female, regardless of age, if they surrounded the uterus. Uhuh! Suuuure! They enhanced sexuality, to get the woman impregnated as soon as possible, but in extreme cases did not rely on a man being around. Yeah. . . Sure! A girl's going to get pregnant by herself.
Giggling, Jasmine tossed box and directions, and tried on the panties. They were even MORE beautiful than she had thought. Softly shimmering, the material clung to her; enhancing her pubic mound and making her tummy look flat, hard, and sexy. Jasmine put on a short little mini-skirt over the panties and twirled. Boy, THIS was going to give all the boys a hard-on.
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Jasmine couldn't understand her sudden interest in sex, but she liked it. Too bad it was getting too late
to see if the panties got the reaction she was hoping for. It was all she could do, to keep from rubbing her tight little slit, to relieve the sudden itch there. "Too bad a guy wasn't here right now," she thought.
"I'd pull his pants down, and stick his thick babymaker right up inside my hole and fuck him until he squirted me full of cream."
For a second, Jasmine was shocked at her own thoughts. She had never been fucked at ALL yet, and
here she was dreaming about guys pumping her tight little slit full of baby-juice and. . . "STOP it," she
told herself; hurriedly undressing and slipping out of the tight little mini-skirt. That's what she got for
wearing such sexy clothes. She hurried to grab a bite to eat, before going to bed.
That night, she just couldn't bring herself to remove the sexy new panties. They made her feel so much more ALIVE somehow. Definitely sexier. And just her size, too. She fell asleep, while trying to convince herself that she SHOULD remove them. After all, there WAS that warning on the directions.
The next morning, Jasmine looked in the mirror, and got a shock. The girl could not believe what she was seeing. A slight bulge was forming between her belly button and the lacy purple underpants. She
prodded the fist-sized lump - it was hard, but moved slightly to one side under her probing finger. Most
unusual was that while she could feel the lump pressing on her insides, she couldn't feel inside it.
She placed her flat palm over the bulge in her stomach. It nestled comfortably in the palm of her hand, but she could feel the skin on her hand pulling in all directions as if the lump was growing. Confused, she pulled her hand away and looked at her profile in the mirror. Sure enough, the lump was bigger, about the size of an orange.
Jasmine ran a finger over her stomach, that had, until minutes ago, been the flat stomach of a high- school cheerleader. Now she had a baseball-sized lump just below her bellybutton, and as she looked on it slowly grew large enough to put a tilt in her navel. She thought it was her imagination, but she was sure that she could feel an erratic pulsing from within. She was also beginning to feel quite aroused.
It was then that she realized that her breasts were feeling fuller somehow. She put a hand under a B-cup breast, and got such a shock she quickly pulled her hand away. She had never experienced that tingling sensation before. She put her hand back on her breast and tried to ignore the feeling. Resting it gently in her hand, she decided that it was a little heavier than before. She also found the contact quite stimulating, and had to take her hand away.
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Her stomach was definitely swollen now, with her bellybutton crowning a grapefruit-sized bulge in her belly. She could feel the weight of it pressing on her internal organs, and occasionally it seemed to move slightly. Looking down, her purple underwear disappeared below her slightly swollen abdomen.
The pants! It had all started right after putting these new pants on. When Jasmine had read the joke-instructions, she hadn't believed a word of it. She shook her head. Underwear that made you pregnant? That was ludicr. . . Pregnant? Jasmine took a good look at her reflection.
She definitely looked pregnant. Her stomach from bellybutton to just above her hairline was now quite distended; although she still had a waistline. Even as she watched, her bellybutton was being forced outward as her stomach continued to grow. And now she was certain that the movements that she could feel were from a new life growing inside her.
But this was all impossible. Even if she wasn't a virgin, and had fallen pregnant; no way could she be growing this quickly. And yet she was. In fact, she even began to feel heavier.
"If the pants are the cause. . ." she reasoned. Quickly she slipped the purple garment off, although she experienced a slight discomfort bending over.
"Did it work?" she wondered; idly holding the pants in her left hand. She figured the only way to know, was to wait and see. Staring down at the smooth creamy skin on her swollen belly, she realized that she could no longer see her pubic hair without bending forward. Then she remembered that she was horny because her fingers had decided of their own accord to explore the sparsely growing hair between her well-toned legs. With great reluctance, she pulled her hand away.
Jasmine couldn't believe what was happening. While she liked being physically attractive to boys, she wasn't some crazed little sexpot - and yet, here she was, an obviously pregnant virgin who really wanted. . .
She tried to dismiss the thoughts from her mind. Then another thought occurred to her - WAS she still a virgin? After all, virgin pregnancy was generally unheard of; even considered impossible by some. And yet, she knew that she hadn't had sex, or even been raped or whatever, but the gently kicking bulge in her midsection suggested that the impossible had indeed happened.
Kicking?
"Hello, little one," Jasmine said in hushed tones to her child.
A baby! Jasmine sat on the corner of her bed, naked except for the ribbons holding her ponytails in place. She was actually carrying a baby!
One that had become difficult to hide in the barely fifteen minutes or so, since she woke up. Perhaps she was going crazy, or imagining things.
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Kick! Kick!
That was too real. Not imagining things then.
Idly, she stood and wandered over to the wardrobe, where she started looking through her clothes. Pregnant or not, she couldn't sit around naked all day. With marginal difficulty, she pulled on a pair of soft-pink panties; but it was her bra that refused to do up. Her breasts were now too full to fit into a bra that was comfortable when she took it off the night before.
Not being used to her weight gain; it came as a surprise to her when her favorite pair of jeans refused to do up. As she went to fasten the clip, the edges remained about three inches apart at the top. She tried sucking her stomach in; and with a lot of strain was able to do up her jeans. But as soon as she relaxed, the waistband cut into her belly too much to be comfortable. Struggling to undo the jeans, the brass button tore from the fabric and landed on the dressing table.
Jasmine turned to the mirror and looked at her potbelly poking out of her jeans. First her bra; now her jeans. She was beginning to wonder just what would still fit her slightly swollen body. She tried pulling on the loose red shirt that she had worn that morning, but it stopped just below her navel, leaving a pink triangle of pregnant belly visible.
After a long sigh, she struggled out of the jeans and tried on a navy blue baby-doll dress instead. Hanging off her newly swollen breasts, the dress hid the recent changes in her body from view, but the front of the dress rubbed against the tip of her belly, inflaming already insistent desires. She considered her profile in the mirror carefully. The dress DID make her look figureless; but at the moment, her swollen figure was best kept hidden.
Now, she was at a loss as to how to land a boy looking like a fat frump. She shook her head in frustration. What was causing this obsession with sex? Even if she WAS that kind of girl, she doubted anyone would sleep with her after this had happened. Although. . . she stared at her reflection. . . she stood a better chance without that dress.
Billy was walking out of the Seven-Eleven when Jasmine pulled up on her push-bike. The sun was in his eyes, and all he could see at first were her white running shoes and ankle socks (her favorite pair with green bobbles at the back). Without thinking, he held the door open for her as she walked past. She paused at the door and smiled thankfully at him. Billy was transfixed by her crystal-blue eyes, finely spun red hair, and alluring smile.
His eyes followed her as she wandered inside. He gazed longingly at the backs of her well-toned legs and the cheeks of her youthfully slender backside, all covered by tight black lycra bike pants that rested just above her hips. She turned slightly and opened a fridge door. As she reached up to a high shelf he was rewarded with a good view of a blooming teenage breast held in place only by a green lycra crop top.
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Billy sighed. He'd seen Jasmine at school, of course, but had never seen her dressed so. . appealing. Except perhaps for that red and white cheerleader's outfit, but that was never as close up as he would have liked.
Finally he realized that he was still holding the door open, and let it swing closed. As he turned away he reminded himself that it was unlikely that he would ever get into Jasmine's pants, as she was known in certain circles for her devout celibacy.
He bent down to tie his shoelace, and instinctively looked up as he heard the door open again. He was pleased to see that it was Jasmine, and then stopped breathing as he received a very big shock.
The front of Jasmine's tight pants was stretched over a noticeable bulge in her belly. Her navel peeked over the top of her pants just above the apogee of her swollen stomach, and her pointed nipples showed through her top.
The implications of this were not lost on Billy. Supposedly virginal Jasmine was not only pregnant, but she was horny too.
Jasmine noticed that Billy was staring, and was almost immediately standing before him. She was an inch shorter than the sandy-blonde-haired Billy, and had to look up slightly to peer longingly into his hazel eyes.
"See anything you like?" she purred, pleased to find someone already showing an interest in her. Previously unknown desires boiled within her, and she longed to run her hands over his virile body.
Her mysterious baby seemed to sense her mood, thumping the front of her womb enthusiastically.
Billy was at a loss. Jasmine was coming on to him? Her pregnancy was surprising enough, but this had his mind reeling. And to make matters worse, he could feel his member hardening. Confused, excited and embarrassed, he instinctively prepared to make a run for it. . . and then stopped as slender fingers began stroking his manhood through his shorts.
"Thanks for the compliment," he realized Jasmine was saying. "Do you know what to do with this?"
"M-more to the point," he managed to stammer, "do you?"
She leaned forward and up, pressing her soft breasts against him.
"I have a few ideas," she whispered; the flames of desire being fanned by the feel of her nipples grazing his smooth chest, "but I need a stud like you to help me get it right."
Billy began to regain his cool. Putting an arm around the girl's waist, he pulled her closer until he could feel the bulge in her midsection pressing into his lower abdomen. He found he quite liked feeling her pregnant belly pressed against him.
"I think," he said slowly, "you've come to the right person."
How they ever got from the store to her house, Jasmine never remembered clearly. The presence of a man beside her seemed to quiet the baby in her tummy, and enhanced her feeling of loving and being loved.
5
Somehow, Jasmine could tell that Billy loved her, and would love the little girl inside her as well. She figured it HAD to be a girl. After all, no man had yet deposited his seed in her womb; though it wouldn't be long now.
A man that would love her in spite of her already being pregnant, (Or was it BECAUSE of it?) was a man to keep. And love, and fuck, and suck, and blow, and . . . DAMN! Her hormones were running away again. If she didn't get fucked soon, Jasmine was going to cum without being touched, and that would be a waste.
"Please," she pleaded, rubbing her swollen belly against his. "Make love to me." Her blood was pounding through her body and swelling her loins, making them more sensitive.
What man could resist? Always before, with the two other girls Billy had fucked, he had to use a condom, because they were scared to death of getting pregnant. No such worries here! Besides, he could tell that Jasmine would have fucked him anyway, the way she was feeling now. If she wasn't already pregnant, she would have been before the night was over. Billy wondered who the lucky guy was, who first felt her tight little slit choking the heck out of his engorged prick.
Well, whoever it was, the guy had obviously skipped out on Jasmine, leaving her to Billy. If getting her pregnant, and on the rebound, was what he had to do, Billy would be quite happy. He figured that otherwise he wouldn't have had a chance against the jocks down at school. Still, he was a bit angry; thinking about whoever it was that left her in this condition. The guy must be a real loser, to knock-up a class girl like Jasmine, and then skip out. Still, his loss, was Billy's gain.
Funny. You would think he would have noticed her gaining weight like this before now, though.
Billy's introspection was interrupted by the object of his thoughts kissing and murmuring in his ear, and fighting to get her hands in his shorts. Never had Billy seen someone so eager.
"Please," she whimpered, "please?"
Up to now, Billy hadn't been completely sure about this. He had wondered if maybe she was "putting the make on him" to help cover up the fact that she was already pregnant, and maybe trap him into something he wasn't ready for. However, seeing the pained need on the teenager's face, and her desperate kissing and hugging, he suddenly came to a different conclusion. Jasmine was just a VERY hot girl. Some playboy had awakened Jasmine to the joys of sex, then had abandoned her when her pants got tight. Now she needed sex, and the slob had up and left her. Well, his loss, was Billy's gain. Now it was up to HIM, to show Jasmine what making love REALLY was, not whatever "poke and run" she had gotten before.
That's why, horny as he was, and obviously ready as Jasmine was, he didn't just "walk right up, and stick it in." Jasmine would obviously have enjoyed it, and so would he, but Billy had plans of making this a permanent relationship, not just a one-night fuck. He wanted a chance to plant three or four of HIS babies in that cute little tummy of Jasmine's. Therefore, he proceeded slowly.
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By now, Jasmine was past wanting to go slow. Something about having a man in her arms, even one fully dressed, was driving her crazy with sex-need. Even if she hadn't been pregnant already, Jasmine knew she would have been begging Billy to put his thick cock up inside her, and fill her tight little tummy with thick sticky sperm. With her being pregnant, and no worries to nag her anymore, it was like an itch that just HAD to be scratched.
"Please," she pleaded again.
"Of course," replied Billy, as he shoved her pants out of the way, and "put his mouth where his money was."
It was like she had been hooked up to a 200-volt generator. The shock was tremendous. Jasmine had never been touched "down there" by anything but her own fingers, and now she felt a warm lively SOMETHING moving around and around, in and out, up and down, and then back to the start. Jasmine exploded in her first orgasm outside of her own fingers.
Billy grinned to himself, as the pants of the young girl rose to moans, and then shrieks of ecstasy, and the shivering turned to uncontrollable jerks and spasms. He figured it would be better to get Jasmine calmed down a little, by getting her off; so she would be able to appreciate it, when he first stuck his cock inside her.
Well, Jasmine did calm down a little. Until she saw Billy sliding up between her legs with an erection that looked simply huge to the inexperienced girl. It was only a little over six inches long, but Jasmine had never had ANYTHING inside her tight little slit, except her finger before.
"Will it hurt?" she asked. "I mean, it's so BIG."
She didn't know it, but she had just made Billy's day. Up to now, he had been worried that Jasmine might think he was too small, after having whatever jock poking her, that had knocked her up. To know that he made the jerk (whoever he was) look small, was an unexpected bonus.
"It only hurts when you're a virgin," he reassured her, "so you don't have anything to worry about."
"But," started Jasmine.
"to worry about. to worry about. to worry about," snickered Billy, as he repeated the punch-line of an old joke about an automated airline.
"You NUT," chortled Jasmine, as she tossed a pillow at him, which Billy ducked. "Get over here and fuck me, before I get tired of waiting, and find someone who knows how!"
"Your wish is my command, Milady," replied Billy; and before she could say anything else, Jasmine felt her pussy-lips being spread by an unfamiliar intruder, that still seemed somehow to belong inside her. Jasmine was getting fucked.
There was an unexpected interruption.
"Oh my. . . OW!" yelled Jasmine, as something tore inside her.
"What the. . ." Of all things Billy hadn't expected, this took the cake. "Are you still a virgin?!" he asked, dumbfounded. "I mean, I've heard of people with small dicks, but. . ."
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Billy shook his head in consternation. No wonder Jasmine had thought he was big. Just how small WAS that pencil-dick who had knocked her up, anyway?
"Well, I WAS, five minutes ago," replied Jasmine. "Now shut up and fuck me. I want my first time to be good for you."
"FIRST time?" "WAS a virgin?" Billy shook his head in amazement; but did as the girl asked anyway. He figured he would find out about all this later. In the meantime, the smooth tightness of the teenager's unused little hole slipping so sweetly over his swollen prick, was a pleasure he had been dreaming about for months, with no hope of ever getting. Now she was his, and he was finally feeling Jasmine's tight little slit squeezing and clamping on his prick in a manner fit to make a brass-monkey squirt sperm.
Billy was no brass-monkey; and the amount of white sticky baby-juice he squirted in the little girl's belly would have made King Kong proud. Billy felt like he ejaculated enough seed in Jasmine's belly to keep her and any daughter's she had pregnant for the next 50 years. It felt so GOOD to let that stored-up load of pregnancy juice go. Wave after wave of release swept through him, as he emptied his prostate in the teenage cheerleader's tight little belly. And Jasmine's belly WAS tight. Billy could feel it squirming back at him, as he forced the tip of his cock into the tip of her slightly spread uterus so he felt like he was squirting his sperm right into her womb, to join her developing child.
The erotic thought kept arousing Billy, making him squirt over and over again, as he emptied himself in this sexily pregnant little girl.
Jasmine was right with him. Something about feeling a man's sperm warming her vagina, filled a need that she hadn't known she had. She felt a little sad that it hadn't been Billy's seed that made her tummy swell, but reminded herself that she could always let him plant the next one there. Now, if she could only remember what the instructions had said about how a man's sperm was enlivened, and ANY girl regardless of age could get pregnant, if she had the pants and a man's sperm was present. There was some warning. . . Jasmine let her second orgasm overtake her. Time enough to worry about next time, when "next time" occurred.
The sudden relaxation after their orgasms took its toll on both of them. The two lovers fell asleep, with Billy's cock still dripping his potent sperm in Jasmine's tight little hole.
Twice during the night, Billy woke up to feeling Jasmine working against him, and twice he responded by sending a fresh helping of seed into the girl's womb. Each time, the baby inside her seemed to enjoy the fresh helping of sperm being injected into her mother, and it's squirmings would die down to contented wriggles. It was almost as if the baby was as soothed by her mother getting fucked, as Jasmine was.
The third time, Billy was so worn out, that Jasmine knew she wouldn't get any more out of him that night, so she almost unconsciously slipped into her purple panties, and went back to sleep.
8
Billy was sleeping peacefully, as Jasmine rolled out of bed the next morning and padded to the bathroom. She squeezed past the shower door; marveling at how large her belly had grown last night. Her full stomach was now the size of a large melon; her pink skin drawn tight over her greatly swollen womb.
As the warm water bounced off her breasts and upper belly, Jasmine could feel the passion begin to build again. She was now so large that she found herself easily turned on. She lathered up the soap and wiped it all over her heavy belly before the water washed the suds out of sight below the huge bulge in her midsection.
Absently, her fingers found the patch of pubic hair barely beneath her heavily pregnant belly. She hadn't actually seen her pussy since last night, after she had donned those pants again and slowly swelled to this incredible size.
The baby stirred, as Jasmine gently stimulated her clitoris.
It had come as a great surprise to her when she realized that her little passenger enjoyed her sexual escapades. She smiled at that thought.
Whoever thought that being pregnant could be this much fun? As the baby had grown inside her, so had her sexual desires, as had the satisfaction brought about by good wholesome sex. Not that it was easy, fulfilling those compelling desires - she was so full and heavy that it was difficult to move, and she hadn't been able to shift her hips during sex with the weight of a bowling ball pressing down upon them. Still, Billy was able to compensate - warm, sensitive, compassionate Billy with his warm embraces, soft lips, and pounding cock.
She sighed and rubbed her wonderfully swollen belly. This was good - really good - but it wasn't enough. It was like building to an orgasm and stopping right before it hits, and her baby hadn't quite reached its climax.
She stepped out of the shower and toweled off. The soft feel of the towel on her sensitive skin was enough to remind her sex-starved body of its desires.
Jasmine decided that she had had enough. Returning to the bedroom, she managed to squat down and collect the purple pants from the floor. She had left them there last night after she had grown so big and horny that she had to take them off. Now she decided that it was time to go through to the end - whatever it was. Her baby looked ready to be born, and she would miss being so beautifully swollen, but she knew - somehow she knew - that she had to take this to the end.
Forgetting the recent change to her center of gravity, she raised one foot to slip into the lacy pants, and very nearly fell over.
The big-bellied girl sat heavily on the edge of the bed, rousing Billy.
"What are you doing?" he asked wearily.
"You're about to find out," purred Jasmine, awkwardly slipping her feet into the purple underwear. With difficulty she stood up; pulling the pants up in the same motion.
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The magical pants were barely on when she began to feel the bloating inside her immensely full belly, and the strangely supple skin across her tummy felt tighter. Arousal welled inside her; and the baby wriggled inside her; as it realized that it was growing again.
Billy saw the lustful look in Jasmine's eyes; and the sight of her profile swelling before him, caused his member to quickly stiffen, a literal flagpole standing tall. She turned and crawled onto the bed; her lithe sixteen-year-old body distended greatly with the child growing inside a belly that brushed along the bed beneath her. She stroked a hand up either leg as she approached her handsome lover, a deep passionate hunger in her youthful eyes. Her full belly rested between his legs as she swallowed his manhood, causing him to throw back his head with silent moans.
On top of the ecstasy of being sucked off by the sexy high-schooler, he could feel his legs being pushed apart by the large bulge between them.
Then he felt Jasmine's swollen figure sliding up his body as she planted warm, wet kisses up his chest, neck, and finally his lips. As she crawled up his body his cock was flattened by the heavy mound that had only yesterday been a sexy little bump.
Wild with excitement, and barely able to reach his face to kiss Billy, Jasmine somehow found the strength to lift herself into a sitting position. Even as Billy fumbled to shift her pants aside enough to allow him entry into the horny, heavily pregnant schoolgirl, he realized that her belly had grown to immense proportions. The baby inside her must have been the size of a two-year-old child, and a look at Jasmine's face told him that she was beyond caring. Feeling the tip of his stiff prick at the opening of her hot pussy, she wiggled her hips heavily to line up correctly, then sat down hard.
As Billy was winded by the impact, Jasmine almost passed out from sheer pleasure.
"Oh, Billy," she gasped, "you have no idea how good this feels."
"You feel pretty good to me, lover," he managed to blurt out.
"Oh, no, Billy," Jasmine moaned, slowly raising her hips above the virile young man. "I feel GREAT!" she cried, plunging down heavily on his hard cock, again knocking the wind out of him as her massively distended stomach slammed down on his unprotected abdomen. Billy paid it no mind, for the sight of her huge belly dominated his thoughts. Jasmine was in ecstasy. She barely had the strength, but with great determination she was able to raise her increasingly heavy body up enough to plunge down again with a cry of rapture. She cold feel Billy's hard member pressing deep inside her, pushing up hard against the tip of her cervix, but that was all secondary to the incredible feeling of her enormous uterus pressing in all directions from within her.
So large was her womb that it took up almost her entire abdominal cavity, pressing on the base of her ribcage and nestling unusually comfortably in her pelvis.
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Her bellybutton stuck out above Billy's chest, resembling a third nipple on a very horny woman. And still she could feel her belly growing outward.
"More!" she gasped, that immense feeling building within her. The pressure on her body was incredible, and she just couldn't get enough.
Billy, thinking that she was talking to him, tried moving within her tight, pregnant pussy as best as he could, but her weight was too confining. He was amazed at the gigantic size of Jasmine's belly, and wondered if perhaps there was more than one child growing inside her.
Then he received an even bigger surprise, as Jasmine's cervix softened and began to open. Gently, the tip of his manhood slipped farther into her body and up inside her massive womb.
Jasmine's mind was gone, lost in a long orgasm that overtook her entire body, washing her with wave upon wave of ultimate pleasure. She no longer felt Billy moving feebly within her blood-swollen pussy. All she could feel was pure ecstasy that seemed to last forever.
Billy could not believe how deeply he had penetrated the immensely pregnant girl. He was dumbfounded that her womb had opened up and let his prick farther inside. And he was further stunned when something soft and tight squeezed itself over the tip of his cock and started to slide down.
The next few minutes were a blur. Heralded by Jasmine's squeals of pleasure, her impossibly large child began to be born. Somehow her hips widened enough to allow the breach delivery of the baby. As soon as it was over, Jasmine fell to the bed in a deep sleep from which she would not wake for hours; so she didn't get to see her newborn child for some time.
Billy looked up at the damp body. A young girl, perhaps ten years old in appearance, with finely spun red hair, fluid-wrinkled skin and budding breasts, sat astride him in the position she had been born - with his cock embedded deep within her tight pussy.
Slowly, the tiny girl opened her crystal-blue eyes, and looked down at the man who's swollen prick was stretching her tight little cunny so satisfyingly. Smiling, she ran a small finger down his chest and flat belly, before sliding it up her own tummy and over the slight bulge of the child he had given her before she had been born. The little girl began slowly rising and falling on the man's cock, until Billy had no choice but to squirt the child's womb as full of baby-making sperm as he had filled Jasmine's the night before.
Somehow Billy knew that there was enough of the magic of her mother's panties left in this child, even though Jasmine was still wearing them, that his daughter would be born pregnant too. He could almost feel the little girl inside this child squirming around to seat her father's prick properly up against her tiny little vagina, while he spasmed her mother's tight little slit full of his potent sperm.
The End?
(ED. ~ As it happens, it's not the end. The author revisited the purple panties a few years later and has created an interactive version of the story. It allows the "wearer" to play as a male or female... among other choices. Check it out here.)
