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Soooo I might've been really wrong about college. Like insanely wrong. I'm only three years into my Master's and holyyy shit I can barely function. No exaggeration. My college insurance put me on Jezebel within like a month of starting. OK fine, they want to promote college pregnancy and make sure girls are horny and wanna hook up. I didn't agree with it, I was always opposed to these mandatory college medication rituals and thought it should be a woman's choice. I was always a very staunch feminist who believed in things like consent and boundaries and women's right to get pregnant if we wanted....

Now after a few years of this my views have changed completely. I feel so dumb.... partially because I am really fucking dumb, but it might have to do with Jezebel. I dunno, being this way feels so right to me! I don't believe in any of that silly stuff I used to. I vote conservative in every election now and attend anti-women's rights rallies with a tank top that says 'free use' and a tennis skirt with nothing underneath. I love being so obsessively sexualized. Everything I do now is for male titilation, from my constant adult social media posts, to just how I carry myself, bobbing my hips and ass as I walk, bouncing my oversized, engorged breasts. Never wearing a bra. Always making my body available to men.

If I see a guy who's angry or frustrated I always stop to asking if they need something to cum inside and that they can feel free to beat me up if it'll make them feel better and blow off some steam. Never thought I'd be pro beating women, but I really am now..... I think it's so hot when men get angry and just unload everything on us. Not caring about us in the least as people, we're just fuckable punching bags for men to use. Don't you agree?

So now I struggle to even get through my work. I rushed through a test the other day to get to an orgy and the professor told me I forgot to sign my paper. I reached into my shorts, and scooped out a big glob of cum and my wet pussy juices and smeared it across the line where my name goes. 'There, that's what I'm called', I told him, giggling, rubbing my big pregnant belly. He smiled and told me he always appreciated when his students were honest, smacked my ass, and sent me on my way, telling me my busted upper lip looked cute, like I'm developing a little cleft lip.

Ten months later he got an anonymous message on social media. Just a link, and the words, 'If you want to see Megan ever again, follow the link.' Vince opened his laptop, bringing over his new girlfriend, Kassy, who was a thick, half-Korean bombshell with natural G-cup breasts. Her belly was filled to the point of bursting with his kids. She rubbed it, peeking out of her kimono-style robe.

Vince clicked the link. It was Megan in some kind of repurposed dining room with a harness hanging from the ceiling. Megan was dressed only in straps for the harness and a few extra leather straps for decoration. As well as a choker with a dog collar that said, 'Fuck Meat'. Megan's limbs were amputated above her elbows and knees. Her breasts were engorged, almost as big as Kassy's, dripping milk, whip marks, cigarette burns, and bruises across them. Her belly was even bigger than Kassy's, holding sextuplets, covered in bruises, whip marks, burns, and stretchmarks.

She was sweating, smiling a bit as a machine relentlessly fucked her. Savagely pounding her puffy, swollen, over-abused pussy. A masked man stepped onto frame as the camera feed went both ways.

"As you can see....." the masked man said, "Megan's alive but in a few pieces. If you want her brought home safe, you'll need to send me--"

"Nah, I'm good," Vince said. "Wow, you got her pregnant as shit."

"Dammmmmn," Kassy said, smacking her own belly. "She's the size of a house! She would've looked hot in a wedding dress with a belly like that."

"Fuhhhh...... please, Vince....." Megan tried to speak, slurring, drooling. "I need..... go home..... they fuck..... all day..... can't..... think! Mmmmm....."

"It's a good look for you, Megan," Vince said. "Huge improvement. Damn, you really know how to take care of a girl."

"Are you gonna chop off my limbs now?" Kassy giggled.

"Only if you beg me," Vince told her, spanking her plump ass.

The masked man sighed. "Well, can't say I'm surprised. See, told you, Fuck Meat. He wouldn't care. They always move on."

"But.....! Please..... Vince, buy me! Buy Fuck Meat!"

"Hmmmmm, I dunno," Vince said, scratching his chin. "You look pretty used up to me."

"I fuck good..... holes nice and warm..... I love to please! ❤️"

"Awww, come on," Kassy said. "I keep saying I want a pet."

"Ugh, I can't say no to that face. How much for that Fuck Meat you're selling?"

The masked man shrugged. "A hundred bucks? My buddies and I really had all the fun we can with it. After this if you said no. I was just gonna throw it in the garbage."

"Dumpster! Discard me please!" Megan moaned, writhing against the machine brutally pounding against her sex.

"Wow, her brain's completely gone. Knock off twenty bucks and you have a deal."

"Sold, a wise move. If I get bored I'll keep an eye out for your new girl, she's definitely a real cutie...."

Kassy blushed. "At least Vince will have our new pet to keep him occupied if that happens." She giggled, rubbing her belly.

The masked man smacked Megan's belly a few times like cattle. "Hear that Fuck Meat? You're getting sold. No dumpster after all! I'll tie up what's left of it and toss it on your doorstep in a few hours. You can probably make some extra money setting her up in your yard for guys to fuck."

"Not a bad idea," Vince said. He turned to Kassy. "There, happy?"

"Hello there, I'm Lydia with Willowbrooke industries. Might I have a minute of your time?"

"I'm kind of busy....."

"This will only take a second. What was your name, darling?"

"Claire...."

"Perfect! Very cute name, and that top looks amazing on you."

"Thanks....."

"So, I can see you're already pretty buxom, are you familiar with our products?"

"Yes. A sales rep spoke to me this morning, and injec--"

"Great, so you're a returning customer! Now let's just do a little sampling. OK? I have the Growth Pro Max which is our most popular breast-expanding formula, and an exotic variant that you inject into the areolas and nipples to make them puffy, like you got stung by a bee. Both are pretty gentle and simple to administer. Allow me to give you a few free samples, darling."

"Please, I really don't need--" 

Lydia lifted Claire's shirt, softly scooping her oversized breasts out of her bra in front of everyone walking by. There were already two 'Willowbrooke' labeled Band-Aids on each breast. Lydia opened a small case with four tiny syringes, two blue, two red. She effortlessly picked them up, one after another, poking them into Claire's breasts and injecting. The blues into her breast fat, the reds into her areolas. Claire looked away, blushing as her breasts were injected with more growth supplements. Onlookers taking pictures, gossiping, and filming.

"You're kind of shy, aren't you?"

"I guess....."

"All done! How do they feel?" Claire took out four more bandages, placing them over the injection sites.

"Sore, I've never had the red one. I've had the blue, the purple, that lighter blue one, the green one that makes you start lactating a lot...."

"Splendid, so you're very familiar with our products by now!"

"I am.... oh! My nipples... ummm...." Claire's areolas and nipples started to swell and puff up, appearing almost infected, going from pinkish to red. "Is this normal?"

"Absolutely, they'll triple in size in the next day or so, then the swelling will go down a tiny bit."

"Wait, so they're gonna be at least double this size, permanently? They're so swollen!" Claire brushed her hand across them, now the size of baseballs cut down the middle, stuck to her chest, bumpy and uneven.

"Correct, they'll definitely double from this size at least, permanently."

"Ohhh...... fuck." Claire put her arms over her breasts as they felt very hot, cells duplicating rapidly. Her breasts went up another two sizes, just like that, now bigger than her bra, which was already straining to hold them after her samples that morning. This meant she had to go the rest of her work day braless with her newly inflated tits and their growing, puffy nipples.

"And one more little treat." Lydia smiled a lusty, confident smile as she got out another blue syringe. "Most girls' boobs aren't the exact same size. I think it's really sexy when one is bigger." She injected Claire's right breast again.

"No, please. That's eno--.... Fuckkkk...... My boobs are so big." The right breast swelled up more, inflating in her arm as the fat inside it rapidly duplicated. Going up another size at least, out pacing her left one's growth noticeably.

"There, now that's service! How would you review our products today, on a scale of one to five. One being bad, five being awesome!"

Claire panted, eyes shut, unclipping her bra before struggling to pull down her shirt for the rest of work. "A-A five, they work really well."

"Great to hear! Don't be shy if you see any Willowbrooke reps wandering around. We love to give out samples to beautiful girls like you."

Claire gave up trying to tuck in her shirt, her underboobs were showing as the formerly-fitting shirt now hung off her tits like a crop top. "Thanks.... I've noticed."

"Say, you wouldn't want to get dinner later by any chance, you're a really gorgeous girl and those breasts are amazing!"

"S-Sure. As long as you don't--"

"And I have way more products in my car. I have one that can inflate your lips. I have one to pump up your pussy and make it super swollen. Personal fave of mine!"

Ten months into university, I was naked, squatting over my English professor's desk, pregnant with triplets, pushing them out, made an example out of. He won the bet, and I got to spend the whole day moaning in agony, humiliated, as I pushed out my kids, explicitly told I can't pleasure myself at all, which isn't fair! Now I'm up to.... I think my fifth pregnancy? I'm not exactly great with math these days....

What happened was, as part of my social work classes, my professor would give the girls in his class assignments to help us empathize with different struggles and communities. I was immediately put on heroin by the university and told I needed to spend a month hooking in an alleyway downtown, and area that let's just say wasn't the nicest. Boarded up buildings, graffitied, walls, needles all over the ground, homeless people sleeping around me as I tried my best to lure men in. Business was slow to start. I tried pricing myself high and still dressing nice. I was starting to get bad grades because I wasn't getting clients or making enough money to pay for drugs.....

So I started hooking in a bikini. I cut my prices considerably, and now I was the queen of the block. I was getting so many men! I started taking my drugs more and more.... I barely even realized I was pregnant. My belly just started getting huge, and my sex and drug-addled brain just made me giggle and think, 'Wow this is so hot!' It was kinda fascinating... no concern for my unborn children or worrying how I'd make ends meet. My only thought was to be amused, rub it, and think to myself delightedly just how much more money I'll make with a REAL woman's belly.

I have to admit I was pretty scared to grow a big set of breasts. I know, guys go nuts over them and even my family complained that I wasn't 'taking those breast growth pills from TikTok' as my mom calls them. Soooo I caved. I'm really enjoying having big boobs more than I thought. The attention is certainly an adjustment. I'm still getting used to letting men grope them or lift up my shirts or pull them out of my dresses if they want to have some fun with them.

It IS Arkansas after all so it's not like I'm not allowed to say no! I kind of like seeing how excited they get. Some younger men even cum their pants when they play with them.... poor things! I always tell them to keep enjoying them no matter what. It's vicariously cathartic seeing them treat parts of my body like oversized jiggly stress balls. They get so angry and rough with them I can't help but beg for them not to holds back! I'm learning I love pain, that's for sure.

Not that I hate it, in fact men seem to find me even sexier at almost 300lbs. Well, for now. At this rate I'm really going to balloon up.... I don't know what to do. Saw my doctor a few days ago. He and his nurse gleefully weighed me. He whistled when he saw the number. The nurse giggled and said, with me right there, 'Wow, she's porking up so fast!' My doctor measured every inch of me as I stood in his office naked, blushing, soooo fat now. He groped my breast and told me it looked like I've given birth three or four times with breasts so saggy and hefty. I thanked him..... He looked my belly over and told me I must be really happy because soon my belly would get so big it would hang like an apron, hiding my cock. To be polite, I told him that was a good point, and I couldn't wait for my belly to keep growing. He assured me it was going to get very bloated and round. He patted my belly, saying it'd start looking like a nice big beer gut soon. I blushed and told him that sounded really hot.

The nurse reveled in seeing me get so big. Not missing a single opportunity to remind me I was classified as morbidly obese now, giving me statistics about how my size would negatively impact my health, all with a huge pretty smile. How I shouldn't worry too much, lots of young women, especially trans woman who start their journey young get really fat, I shouldn't feel bad. Plenty of 'girls like me' maintain a high quality of life even at double my size. She said this caressing my belly, following it up by saying, 'So I shouldn't worry about putting on a few hundred more pounds, which is highly likely. Just embrace it.'

"Sounds like it," Hazel purred. "So.... you want to show your apprentice how to give me an abortion?"

"Precisely. I hope that wouldn't be an issue."

"Not at all, I'd be happy to help you guys out!"

"How pregnant are you, exactly?"

"8 months with triplets. I guess I'll have to cancel the baby shower. My friends are gonna love to see this, the guy who knocked me up was a total asshole anyway. Can I film the abortion?"

"Sure, why not? Bring along a selfie stick and livestream it if you want. Just be sure to be nice to my apprentice, Bianca. She's a sweetheart and wants to specialize in doing last-minute abortions. I think she gets her rocks off to it as I've caught her masturbating to videos of late-term abortions. You wouldn't be offended if my apprentice touched herself or got off a little to performing such a large abortion?"

"No way! She can do the whole thing naked if she wants, fisting herself with one hand, aborting my brats with the other!"

"Splendid..... she'll love to hear that. If you aren't busy, dear, would you mind swinging by later this afternoon?"

"New to showing everyone you know and love what a little slut you are? I know, quite the adjustment..... I'll help with that. For starters, making these gorgeous titties so big you can't hide them no matter what you wear."

"Fuck..... I can't believe they're already bigger than my head."

"And they probably have more brains in them than whatever qualifies in that dimwitted little cow head of yours, Mel. All of you should see how desperate Melanie is at parties. She grinds on girls and practically begs for them to hook up with her. I started dating her to see just how pathetic she truly was...."

Melanie's breaths trembled as Stacy squeezed a little milk out of her girlfriend's breasts. "I'm just a hopeless nympho hucow...."

"See? She's a fast learner for someone with the IQ of a barn animal. I'm going to have so much fun parading your daughter's massive tits all over the internet, and our university. Her only reputation will be as a subservient little girl-crazy nympho. Tell me, just how big should I force her breasts to get? Which reminds me, it's almost time for your injections."

"Oh no, please not in front of my family....."

Stacy took Melanie's phone, to keep filming. "What, you don't want them to see what kind of education all that student loan money is getting you? Now sit." Without an ounce of hesitation, Melanie got on her knees, looking up expectantly. "Beg." Melanie stuck out her tongue, panting and smiling, massaging her breasts, lifting them. "See, what a good girl."

"Please...." Melanie whimpered.

Stacy took out two syringes, setting one on the sink. The other she held in one hand, biting off the cap and spitting it out off to the side. "What do you want?"

"Bigger breasts...."

"Why do you want them?"

"I'm a pathetic hucow obsessed with getting girls' attention."

"That's what we like to hear." Stacy injected one breast, then took the second syringe, bit off the cap, did the same. "What do you say?"

"I hope you all don't block me. I hope you love seeing me grow such cartoonish boobs as all the girls in my sorority will humiliate and fuck me......" She moaned, holding her breasts as they appeared to visibly swell in her arms, dripping milk.

Just one tiny problem..... they gave me no birth canal. Not my ass, and although I take Rocket for fun and love having a big cock (up to thirteen inches!), they said my insurance doesn't cover making my cock a birth shaft. So, what do I do? Well, they said I'll be given compulsory C-sections. OK, cool. Who doesn't love all those ER vids of girls sitting around on their phones getting their bellies opened up, wombs exposed for hours as they wait. It's honestly super hot.

To think, prior to Femruptarin they were both very trim and athletic, spending loads of free time on Instagram making, shall we say, spicy workout videos together. Now look at them! So much for all the hard work..... They're both so fat, completely out of shape. Since it's a competition I wasn't about to have my favorite girls look emaciated as their journey toward bursting was documented. Like a lot of contestants' parents I fattened them up as much as possible to make them extra fun to 'look at' as they inflate. I think it suits them being so round and obese. Don't you?

Their breasts got massive and swollen, no doubt thanks to their diet and the hormones, which they keep taking even after we pimped them out and got them knocked up on femruptarin. The pageant has been a giant success. 300 girls between 19 and 25 were entered, mostly by relatives or their boyfriends. And some gave birth, more than half already popped. Now all eyes are on these two as they sit together, groaning in discomfort, looking so embarrassed to be so exposed, especially after getting fattened up like this. Poor things will hardly be known for their fitness content when they were toned and sexy. They'll be immortalized as a couple overfed cows ready to pop! I love it.

When I first get a DM from the Dynamic Transformation Initiative--DTI, they were sweet and told me they saw the views I pulled in and really thought my audience might like to see me undergo a big transformation. I declined, but they kept messaging me and I gave in once I saw how much they'd pay me to get all the work done. I got flown to their office, met my team, they put me in a machine that uses algorithmic technology to predict age. I correctly got 19, and was impressed it could tell I wasn't even 20 yet. But they told me they'd 'fix that' asap.

Two years later and I get so embarrassed when I remember I'm technically 21! Their algorithm guesses my age at 55! Which a lot of men do too. I still definitely want to be aged up more into my sixties. I'm undergoing advanced tanning know to actually dry out and wrinkle my skin to really remove all the youth from it so I don't have a 55-year-old sexy face and the ugly figure, smooth flawless skin, and body of a girl who's twenty. Which just reminds me how much I cringe looking at my old pics in bikinis and stuff, like I looked so young!

Now I'm really starting to get my skin where my specialists want it, more sagging is occurring especially my ass and legs look older. I might develop liver spots soon too! My boobs look perfect and desperate. They used breast growth pills to make my boobs big, then gave me two reductions, a lift, and now huge porno implants so it looks like I had big gorgeous breasts when I was younger but multiple pregnancies ruined them and made them all empty and saggy, so I got them done a bunch. My nipples are even totally uneven now with big scars running along them! Men just love my older look and girls message me every day how they can get sponsored and forcibly aged up. I love handing out invite links so DM me. Nothing makes me happier than seeing other young, beautiful girls get transformed and look really old and fake like I do!

I wanted to go to college but they were against it, telling me exactly what they had in mind. And they made the right call a thousand times over. I love posing and traveling and doing my review series of all the local sex clubs and bdsm clubs. My mom's idea! So we tour the world and they get to film their big fake-breasted daughter getting her holes destroyed everywhere we go!

I don't question a thing they say.... And I let them keep all the money I make. They're my pimps after all, so the money belongs to them! I love to remind them how much I enjoy being whored out and they get so turned on when I say it like that. I think it's the perfect way to raise a daughter, let her think she'll go to college and then surprise her with the reality that she's just a piece of fuckmeat who exists to satisfy men and make money by shaking her big balloon tits and fat ass!

This is my fifth pregnancy. No matter how I dress you can tell I'm a seasoned whore. It barely feels real to say it, but after I give birth to these quintuplets, I would've given birth to twenty kids! Two sets of triplets. One of quads. And this is my second set of quintuplets! Hopefully next time I get filled with at least sextuplets!

All these pregnancies have totally changed me. I can't watch movies or read books if they aren't 90% porn. I get so distracted and bored if I'm not watching people fuck.... My brain is so cloudy from all the sex and pregnancies.... I have trouble doing basic math or solving simple problems. I was stuck outside a coffee shop yesterday because i genuinely couldn't figure out you had to pull the door, not push it. The guy who helped me showed me that it said 'pull' and I giggled, admitting I had trouble reading sometimes...... After we got our coffees I gave him a blowjob behind the coffee shop as a thank you for helping me solve a big problem like that!

"If I might interject..... you thought you died, wouldn't it be over anyway?"

"Pffft, no way! After you burst that's when all the gooners really idolize and immortalize you as a girl who's seriously devoted to getting people off. And I wanted to pop so badly! I don't get it." Sienna lowered her hospital gown, exposing her large, engorged, sagging breasts. She parted them and checked out her belly. "Huh? The scar is so tiny..... It's just from my ribs below my navel."

"Of course darling. Your belly was a dozen times or more its current size. The tear in your belly looked quite huge because you made it swell to such an unnatural size. Once your belly shrunk back, so did the scar."

She felt it, finally smiling. "Does that mean..... is my womb OK? If I can't get knocked up I don't know what I'll do with myself. I've seriously been getting pregnant since, like, forever!"

"I believe it. Your womb had quite the plasticity to it. We sewed it up. Your twenty kids are also up for adoption."

"So I can get pregnant again?" Her eyes lit up.

"Well, yes, but you need to let your uterus heal a few more months."

"What? This is like the worst day of my life! Ugh! How am I supposed to wait to get pregnant? Are you expecting me not to fuck?"

"You could use contraceptives or--"

Sienna rolled her eyes like a brat. "No fucking way. Uh-uh! That is WAY too cringe. So you're really expecting me to just edge for months and not get knocked up? Why would you do this to me? This is so frustrating! Can I at least go home?"

"Sorry, Ms. Taylor. But you'll just have to lie there and pout, playing with yourself. We can't risk you going out and ripping your womb immediately getting pregnant. So..... this is your home now. If you try to sneak out, we'll have to tie you down. Keep trying, and we might have to consider amputating your limbs, darling. As a precaution."

"I'm going to squirt so much your nurses will be cleaning my sheets nonstop! I'll piss myself like a spoiled brat. Will you like that? Huh? Watch me squirm and writhe and moan pathetically as I'm forced against my will not to get fucked and filled with kids! This is torture!"

"Sienna, it's just a few months, we'll get you back on Femruptarin in no time. Then you can try to pop again. OK?"

She rolled her eyes again. "I guess. But I'm still gonna make a mess and you're gonna watch me edge and beg for cock every day. Got it? Because you did this to me. You love abusing girls like me, don't you? Depriving us of cock? Making us suffer until our brains break. I bet you jerk off watching us from, mmmm, you totally keep hidden cameras in our rooms, don't you, pervert? You watch us go insane with getting to serve cock. Our wombs starved, totally empty until we start bleeding every month again! So fucking cruel, and you know it."

The doctor watched as Sienna ranted in a paranoid, sex-addicted haze, like an addict suffering withdrawals. Accusing him, insulting him, all as she rubbed her sex and squeezed her exposed breasts. "Are you finished, Ms. Taylor?"

"You're starving us. I'll go totally nuts. You'll have to get rid of my arms and legs. Mmmmm, I bet you're salivating thinking of that. Watching me lie here helpless, unable to even masturbate anymore. You better just get it over with, pervert!"

"Get some rest, Sienna. I'll see you in a few days when you've calmed down."

"I better get to pop again for my OF subscribers! Or else I'll sue!"

The doctor rolled his eyes, exiting the room, sighing. The nurse stationed outside, eavesdropping, started laughing. "I think she likes you," the nurse joked.

"Yeah, yeah. How many more bursting survivors do I need to consult today? I have a migraine."

"Five more, and a bunch more are getting released from their comas tomorrow."

"It's not about the money, Kylie. It's weird, pimping out my sister. Filming you like this. And holy shit.... your outfit. You're barefoot in the tiniest shorts I've ever seen. A g-string bikini and top that's like..... designed for breasts half your size."

"Don't I look adorable?" she purred again, shaking her breasts for him. "Doesn't it turn you on just a little, seeing me all grown up with breasts like all those girls I caught you jerking it to over and over?"

"You always were allergic to giving me privacy..... And yeah, it's kinda hot. They're big already and I only used a tenth of the serum I bought off the Willowbrooke site. It's expensive, but those results are really fucking great."

"Right??? And I'm soooo lucky to have a loving older brother to pimp me out and film me like a perv hiding in the bushes outside my window....." She giggled.

Zack cleared his throat. "I never...... forget it. You're right, I love seeing you like this. I'm a voyeur. There, happy?"

"Almost. Now, film me just shaking my breasts, squeezing them.... playing with them. Be sure to get any disgusted looks from people walking by. Or guys catcalling me. This is gonna sell like crazy on my new OF!"

Zack filmed her for a few minutes, his erection building. He lowered his phone. "I should get you seducing some random men. Let's see if any of these guys will fuck you."

"Oooo, you really ARE my pimp! You wanna film me getting fucked, big bro? Does that turn you on, seeing me get my body groped and fucked by strangers?"

Zack's breaths trembled. "Y-Yeah.... I wanna see you get fucked really hard."

"Mmmmm, and when we get home, if you don't mind sloppy seconds.... er, well, eighths? Tenths? Twentieths? How many men should I fuck on camera for you? Do I beg them all for money to pay off my pimp brother who keeps injecting my poor tits with experimental growth drugs?"

Zack almost came, yet composed himself. "God you're such a dumb little nympho, Kylie. I'm going to pimp you out all I want, run your OF. Your money will belong to me and you'll do as I say."

Kylie deeply kneaded her breaths, closing her eyes, moaning softly as a large stain appeared on her shorts. "Shit...."

"You're just happy to finally be a desperate whore, huh? Fine. You're mine now. And those big fat tits? We're gonna start injecting them way more often than the instructions recommend. Just to see what'll happen."

"Nope! I'm only six months along! No idea how many babies.... wanna feel and count? Or maybe you can take me for a walk like a good daddy and let me make some money for us to go out later and have fun! After a few rough clients my babies will be kicking more so they'll be easier to count!"

"Is this what mom does with you? She takes you out and let's you hook to make money?"

"Yep! In the afternoon. Sometimes the evening. Otherwise she straps me into a really fancy, state-of-the-art fuck machine she bought with the divorce settlement money! She straps me in, puts in my ballgag, blindfold, a tarp and buckets under me to catch my juices and waste. And she lets the machine keep me occupied as she works."

"Great. I really wish I had one of those to strap you into right now...."

"Awwww don't feel too bad daddy. It was 50k I think. If you take me out allllll day this week I might make close to that and you can buy me one if you wanna write your manuscript and keep me occupied!" Jenny giggled, rubbing her belly.

"Wow you make that much just turning tricks, darling?"

"Yep! When my belly is nice and big I make so much extra! Men can't keep their hands off me. Do you want a ride, daddy?"

Noah folded his arms. "Jesus, how'd you turn into such a desperate little nympho?"

"I had a daddy more interested in his books than spending, ahem, quality time with his beautiful grown-up daughter."

"Fair enough.... So, does mom have sex with you, too?"

"Of course! She loves to fuck me with a strap and tie me up! And we scissor a lot too....."

"I guess I have her to blame for you being a sex-crazed little slut. Oh well, come here."

"Yay!" She ran over, breasts bouncing, lifting her little sleep dress, planting her fat ass right on her dad's lap, grinding his erection. "Oooo daddy, you're so hard! Why were you playing so shy? Do you like seeing me all grown up? We have so much catching up to do! Do you like big heavy breasts like mine? Girls with fat asses? Big bellies full of kids? Swollen pussies? Sooooo much to talk about!"

"I can see why your mother just straps you into a fuck machine half the day. You probably get your juices on everything, my jeans are already soaked."

"Sorry, daddy. I'm extra wet today..... Tell me all about the girls you like! As you fuck me. Then you can watch me whore myself for hours and hours! Doesn't that sound like fun, daddy?"