The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

After the biggest breakfast he had ever eaten, Jacob got the tour of the building from Clem. He had brought the girls’ bags up to the two spare bedrooms they kept upstairs. Jacob would be staying in the house next door, half to help finish repairing it, half probably because these religious country folk probably didn’t like the idea of young people sleeping in the same building. Not that Kimi wasn’t cute, but Jacob had never really lusted after her in that way. It was just kinda frustrating that they assume that just because he’s a single 20 year old, he must be some kind of horndog who can’t control himself around cute women. Though that only reminded him of how he had shut down at the sight of the waitress. She may have been the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The little smile she gave him and the brief glance she’d given him from the corner of her eye was playing over and over on repeat in his brain.

The thin two story house needed a paint job, certainly. Inside was a small den, already furnished. A kitchen and dining corner in the back of the house by the door. Upstairs were 3 little bedrooms, one bigger one, his, fortunately. One of the bedrooms already had a recliner and a desk in it. Jacob quietly thanked God, at least these people knew what a study looked like, he might have a chance to get some reading done out here.

“Not much else here. After ya get all settled in, you can take a look at the shed out back, see if ya got all the tools y’need.” Clem listed off a few of the jobs Jacob could help around town with and gave him the phone number of the church if he needed more direction. With that, he left. The man seemed nice enough, though he wondered what they fed them out here, that guy was huge. He had noticed Kimi ogling him over breakfast that morning, which seemed typical of her. He had never understood how his demure sister roomed with the school bicycle.

Jacob kicked his shoes off at the door after coming back from town. The shed was surprisingly well stocked for how old the outside looked, he had just had to go get a particular saw but he would be able to get working in the morning on the McDermitt barn. Jacob continued pondering as he put his coat away into the closet. The guy from the church he had met with, preacher Dean or something, seemed nice. His ceiling needed some leaks patched up. It felt reassuring to find a guy in Blossom Valley who wasn’t built like a tank. And he clearly read, considering his job, so he looked forward to maybe having someone to talk to while he stayed in homunculi country. Jacob was too lost in thought to notice Robin sitting in the kitchenette.

“Hello,” came her quiet, sing songy voice. Jacob almost jumped out of his socks. “Ohmygosh! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you!” She waved her hands out and blushed.

“Oh, oh it’s you, from the diner this morning,” Jacob put a hand over his chest trying to regain his composure. It wasn’t working well. He wasn’t surprised anymore but he was still terrified in the way any young man gets in front of a beautiful girl. “What do I… um, why are you, uh, here?” Jacob struggled trying to find a way to sound polite but look casual but look polite and sound casual and was it hot in there? Where were his hands supposed to go?

“Oh, did Uncle Clem not tell you?” Her voice lilted up a little from her seductive contralto. “This is where I live, I have the bedroom next to yours. Do you want something to eat?” Jacob only now noticed all the food on the small table. He was starving actually. Robin continued as he pulled out the only other chair, “Clem cooks too much and I always end up with a lot of the leftovers from the day’s work. Have as much as you like.”

Jacob was struck with how casually she spoke to him. He was so used to any girl that looked like her to be stuck up or standoffish. It was like she could hardly care that she was a walking wet dream.

Jacob quickly got over his anxiety of eating in front of her, her appearance may have been angelic but she dove into all the food like a starving dog. Well, she still had good table manners, but Jacob was having trouble figuring out where all this food went.

Robin broke the masticating silence after awhile and asked Jacob all about school and what he did. Even as she offered to do all the dishes, Jacob made sure to help her as she continued her line of questioning.

“So, you got you a girlfriend back home?” Jacob almost threw a plate. He managed to fit his eyes back into their sockets before she turned to face him. “A cute, smart guy like you must be fightin’ off girls.”

“Oh, haha, no.” Jacob nervously responded. “I’ve never ah, I’ve been single for awhile.”

“Whaat?” Robin giggled. Fuck, that giggle almost buckled Jacob’s knees. “I will never understand those city girls.” She dug in a little harder into the plate she was scrubbing. “They get a handsome boy and don’t appreciate it. I think any girl out here’d love a nice boy like you.” What Twilight Zone episode had Jacob walked into? He needed to get out of the situation to figure out if he was about to get bodysnatched or something. He quickly dried his hands and mumbled something about being tired and needing to shower and bolted up the stairs.

The alarm blared, Jacob was barely awake enough to find it and turn it off. Though awake enough to wonder why the hell he’d set it for 6 in the damn morning. He stumbled out of bed, telling himself today would be totally normal and that the crazy hot waitress was just a hallucination yesterday. Probably carbon monoxide poisoning or something in the car made him trip.

It was not a hallucination. As he went to go to the bathroom, the door opened before he touched it and out stepped Robin. The rest of her body as glistening wet as her green eyes. Her blonde hair a mess falling down her back, and a towel barely big enough to wrap around her enormous cleavage. “Mornin!” sang the cheery, unabashed girl as she stepped past Jacob and into her bedroom. Jacob really needed this to be a hallucination.

The wet dream continued as Jacob made his way downstairs to find Robin setting breakfast out on the table. Blonde hair back up in side braids and in a flannel shirt that was mercifully buttoned down this time. The cold weather probably getting to her. Though she could still barely manage to button the poor thing, the button directly below her bust doing its damnedest to hold the strain.

“I hope you like it, I’m not quite the cook my Uncle Clem is, but I hope this is good enough.” Jacob wouldn’t dare insult her self esteem and dug right in, but it wasn’t just as good, it was much better.

“Robin, this is delicious, what are you talking about?” Jacob smiled through a mouthful. Robin was so glad she had her back turned, she was blushing and felt the strangest rush of wetness soak her panties as he said it. What was happening to her? This boy shows up and she falls all over herself to show off for him and wait on him, she must look like Jenny, waiting on a man hand and foot. Oh Lord, that just made it even worse, the idea of looking more like Jenny. She needed to get out before she lost it.

“Thanks, sweetie, you’re way too kind!” Robin quickly wiped herself down and went to escape the kitchen. “Sorry to head out, but I gotta get into the diner early this mornin’ for some, uh, cleaning the grill!” Without even letting her brain process her actions, she bent down and gave Jacob a wet peck on the cheek and ran for the door before he could react.

But he would be reacting all day. The constant half-erection he had when she was around turned into pine tree in his pants in an instant. Jacob awkwardly cleaned up, shuffling around the most powerful erection known to man, replaying the situation over and over trying to make sense of the girl.

Robin was also playing the situation over and over as well. In the bathroom of the diner, with her cutoffs on the floor, hand buried in her cunt. Squealing her brains out.

The strange song and dance continued for a few days, Jacob would come home exhausted from building the McDermitt barn or repairing the church roof. It had thankfully gotten a little easier, Robin was still blindingly beautiful and no amount of will power could prevent Jacob from staring at her ass every time she bent over, but he had learned to maneuver normally with the new steel support beam stuffed into his pants. This morning, he woke straight up from bed before his alarm. Getting up, he noticed something, he had actually packed on some muscle. Or maybe he had just lost weight and it looked weird. He could see some definition in his upper arms and his chest had a particular lack of man boob. If the sexy nightmare his life had become was still happening, this was obviously some kind of Freudian hallucination of himself becoming the kind of jock he thought Robin would go after. Hopefully.

And then there was another weird change further down, his penis looked different. For starters, he generally didn’t deal with morning wood but even when he did it never looked this… swollen. It curved upward and was thicker in the middle. And he couldn’t totally tell why, but he just felt aware of his balls. Aware of their size, position… capacity? Jesus, this place was turning him crazy.

Robin patiently waited downstairs getting the table set just right for her breakfast with Jacob, her heart fluttered hoping she had gotten it right for him. She looked up expectantly when she heard him coming down the stairs. The sight before her was so satisfying, the Lord had taken her cooking and was using it to turn Jacob into an absolute dreamboat. She could see every bump of his developing biceps in his now too small shirt(Robin mentally fist pumped that she was bad at laundry and had shrunk his clothes yesterday). She struggled not to bite her lip staring at the budding pecs tenting his shirt.

“Morning!” Came his yummy voice, it sounded sweeter than her Aunt Millie’s milk tasted. “Thank you so much for the good food, don’t feel like you need to keep doing this.”

Robin panicked a little, “Oh no no no, please, I love doing it. You’re- you’re such a sweet guy. I like making you breakfast. Here, I forgot your fork- OH!” She tripped on a floorboard and started to fall backwards. Jacob caught her and let her steady herself. Robin melted, she didn’t need to stand upright anymore, she could just leave herself crumpled in his arms for the rest of the day. “Thank you,” she half-moaned, half-whispered.

Jacob was just glad she didn’t fall, but holding her like this, the appreciative look in her eyes, he felt this involuntary surge pulse through his dick. He felt so depended on. It felt really good.

Jacob needed to get away and clear his head, things were just feeling strange. Luckily, he needed to spend the day down at the church helping board up the roof.

The repair was easy, though it was gonna take a while, the preacher kept him company and brought a few gallons of tea with the nails. Jacob called down from the ladder, “all that tea to wash down the nails or test the roof?”

Pastor Dean chuckled, “watch your mouth son, disrespecting the tea around here is kin to sacrilege.” Once off the ladder and with a glass in his hand, Jacob remembered why, he had no idea what sugar or ecstasy pill they were mixing in with this tea but it was one of the best things he had ever tasted. He could practically feel it coursing through him and cooling off his muscles.

“Thank you,” Jacob took another big gulp, “if you guys don’t start selling this stuff at the supermarket, I might not be able to leave.”

Dean gave the younger man a broad grin, “you found us out! Won’t take too much to convince your girl back home to come join ya. Send her a bottle and she’ll be packin’ her bags in a minute hehe.”

“There goes someone else,” sighed Jacob, “you must be the fifth person to think I’ve got a girl back home.” Jacob looked to the preacher for some kind of answer.

“Cause nobody ’round here believes a good lookin’ boy like you ain’t got a girl back home wrasslin’ a bunch a little ones.” Said a motherly voice coming from around the corner. A large belly appeared followed soon by the woman attached to it. Probably the preacher’s wife, considering she was here on a Tuesday and looked ready to pop. Her belly tented out her yellow dress two feet in front of her and her mountainous, veiny breasts jiggled unkempt above it. Considering the pastor looked to be in his 40’s, his wife must’ve either looked really good for her age or may have been a bit younger. The woman managed to waddle up to the working pair and gave her husband a deep, sensuous kiss right in front of the uncomfortable Jacob. Dean wrapped an arm around his wife’s plump waist, quite obviously resting his hand on the top shelf of her bountiful ass.

“Jacob, this here’s my third wife, Penelope. And she’s right, a sweet, hard-working Christian boy like you oughta be taking your pick a girls. See son, God put us here to… ‘go forth, and multiply’... in His name. In Blossom Valley, we teach men to take charge and help God further his mission. And we teach women to not be ashamed of the blessings He gives them, being ashamed of their beauty and their womanly needs would be like being ashamed of Him. Men produce the seed but women are blessed with that holy burden of growing God’s flock inside them. And a virile young man like you oughta have your pick of the harvest if you wanted to”

He rubbed his hand across his wife’s belly as they looked dreamily into each other’s eyes for a moment. Jacob took a really big ‘what in the hell am I supposed to say to this’ gulp of the tea to escape the silence. The idea sounded nice, in a weird way. Why argue if girls out here found him attractive? Going from kissless virgin to Manly Man-stud, Conqueror of Pussy had a nice ring to it. But he could never think of women like that in real life, as pleasant of a fantasy it was, he treated women like people.

“Penelope here,” he began again, “has been so blessed in our marriage. She’s already brought me a dozen children.””And glad to bring you a dozen more, darlin’”, she interjected, clutching a hand to her husband’s chest. “And Jacob, son, I think you got a calling from God to help us share his message.”

Jacob felt like he was going to faint. This town was crazy. “I guess He does,” Jacob shrugged, “gotta pay somebody to make all the signs.” The couple guffawed at what they thought was hilarious. Nice, Jacob thought. Deflected. Get me the fuck out of here.

He said his goodbyes and thank yous for the tea, stuffed all his tools in his backpack and bolted for the door. He ran over the conversation in his head. Thought he should have kids by now? He had already told the man that he just turned 20. Third wife? Divorce certainly isn’t uncommon but who goes around announcing that they’re on their third marriage when introducing their current wife? And a dozen!? That had to be some kind of joke, there’s no way a woman that young and that healthy looking had had a dozen children. That wasn’t even medically possible. And why did he have the craziest boner sticking down his pant leg trying to gimp his walk?

Although, he thought back on the lady’s appearance, bouncy curls of brunette hair, belly competing with a beach ball, tits that you could fall asleep on. She looked like a circus act but he couldn’t help but be aroused by it. Jacob shook his head. Snow was hitting his arms. He doubled up his pace and tried to run home to beat the weather.

Jacob arrived home and got the fire going. He was just gonna relax, open up a book, and warm up by the fire. After he thawed for a bit, he’d dig up some food from the fridge.

Jacob had barely gotten five pages in when he heard the boards creak above him. Robin descended the stairs, because of the angle, he saw her body appear one part at a time. He saw her small feet softly taking each step, wrapped in little pink socks. Her legs were bare up to a pair of painted on pajama shorts with little cartoon strawberries on them, the strawberries distorted from her wide hips and thick ass. The matching top looked equally ill-fitting, pink and red and faded where it stretched over her bouncing, unrestrained breasts as she bounded down the stairs. He finally caught sight of her face and her complexion lit up at his agape look.

“Hey,” she quietly said, shivering. “It’s so cold upstairs, that blanket didn’t do me no good.” Robin waltzed right up to Jacob and plopped down on the couch next to him, pulling a blanket over her legs. “Mind if I ask you to keep me from dyin’ of cold?” Jacob couldn’t help but assist. His arm wrapped around her shoulder and pulled her in so that her head was laying against his chest. “Ooh,” Robin sniffed his shirt, “seems like Pastor Dean worked you out today.”

“Oh geez, I’m sorry, I probably reek,” Jacob tried to sidle away from the reclined girl but she nuzzled further into his chest and breathed deeply.

“No, please” she sighed, “you smell wonderful.” They sat in silence for a moment, Jacob wasn’t quite sure what to do, Robin sort of sensed this and reassured him, “don’t worry sweetie. I’m just using you for the heat, you can read yer book some more, I might just fall asleep.”

Jacob was beginning to be okay with this country bumpkin Twilight Zone sex nightmare if it meant more of this. His hand slowly migrated down to hold Robin around her trim waist as she drifted to sleep with his abs for a pillow.

Jacob woke up some time later, not quite sure where he was. Right, the couch, he hadn’t turned any lights on because it was still daylight when he came in. Just the warm glow of the fire gave any indication of his whereabouts. Right, Robin. He had pulled his legs up under the blanket with her at some point and now she lay directly on top of him, he found his hands stroking her back and feeling her tight curves. He accidentally woke her and moved his hands away.

Ever so quietly he heard her whisper, “please don’t stop baby, it feels so nice.” Well, now he had no choice. After a few minutes, Robin reached an arm from under the blanket and went for one of the tea jugs Jacob had brought home with him. He hadn’t moved it from the center table when he got home.

Robin must have been parched, Jacob watched the orange glow on her neck as she gulped down mouthful after mouthful of the sweet drink, her neck visibly bulging a little with the large swallows. Jacob couldn’t help but blindly reach for the other jug and start downing it himself. The languid girl stretched her body like a cat after she polished off the jug. Dragging her hands down Jacob’s chest as she brought her ass into the air, followed by a leg appearing from under the blanket and attempting to do a split. Her stretches ended as she snaked her way back up Jacob’s body, running her hands up and lightly placing them around his neck. Her mouth dragged across his cheek until she stopped at his ear.

And she whispered, like the most sexual, seductive secret ever told, “I’ll make us dinner if you promise to keep me warm while I do it.” Even if Jacob had wanted to say no, that femme fatale move she just pulled on his ear was overkill.

He soon found himself standing behind her in front of the stove, arms wrapped around her waist, the blanket draped over the both of them. The silence was so beautiful, he hoped to never break it. Though eventually something snapped in Robin, she whipped around, “baby, I’ve tried to be nice about it and leave it up to you but I can damn near hear your loins cryin’. Please lemme take care of ya before the doctor needs to, blue balls ain’t some joke like them city folk taught you.”

Jacob couldn’t even say anything before Robin had his pants undone and pulled them to the floor. He was immobilized as she yanked his cock out from his boxers and gazed at it, the first slow movement she had made. She seemed to study it, smell it, gently stroking him to make sure he was fully erect and then ravenously gulping down his dick, putting an impossible number of inches down her throat. Somehow it was barely sexual, the way she was swallowing his entire dick without gagging, the junction where his dark shaft passed through her big, rosy lips and down into her alabaster throat, the worshipful look in her eyes that never broke contact with his. It didn’t feel erotic for some reason, it felt loving and kind. Jacob had never had a blowjob before but he knew they were usually more erotic than this, it was supposed to be something a woman did as a favor like for birthdays or keep a guy hard. Robin seemed to cheerily suck on his dick like she did when she cooked or cleaned, maybe even moreso. She looked ecstatic to have his dick in her mouth and he even thought he might be hearing whimpers and moans escaping from the seal of her lips.

The moan was what did it, Jacob felt his orgasm coming but couldn’t find the air in his lungs to warn Robin, she continued to fellate him with abandon until his precum finally reach his head and made contact with her tongue. The girl paused for a moment, she broke eye contact for the first time as her eyes rolled back and their lids fluttered rapidly. The shiver escaped her eyes and ran all the way down her body just in time for Jacob’s full load to blast out of his cock head. Having not masturbated since he first reach Blossom Valley, every ounce of backed up sperm from near constant erections was pouring down Robin’s throat, bulging with each full gulp just like it had with the tea.

The delicious cum finally relented and Robin detached her mouth with a satisfied pop. She had never given a blowjob before but it felt so good to finally please Jacob like this. She looked up to see his response but her man was totally frozen. “...Jacob? Baby are you okay? Did I do good?” A small ‘fuck…’ escaped his mouth as he collapsed onto the floor. Robin’s shriek could probably have been heard for miles.

“Yes dear, I just called the doctor, he’ll be down there in just a bit… No, no, no, you did nothin’ wrong, you just did what the Lord told you to do… Doctor Ben will help you get him into bed, you just do what he says and everything’ll be alright, okay?... Good, I’m proud of you, now get some good sleep.”

“What was that baby?” Came the coo of Penelope, stretched out on her husband’s bed, nude.

“Oh just Robin gettin’ into hysterics. That young gentleman that’s been repairing the church caught her fancy and just wouldn’t let her do her duties for him.” Dean sighed, “dern city boys don’t know how to take charge when a Godly woman makes herself available.” Dean pondered for a moment, then chuckled. “Though I guess it might be her fault a little, puttin’ all those curves on display to a man who didn’t know how to take her might have blue balled him enough to kill him.”

“Oh, please, honey, don’t say nothing so awful as that,” pouted Rose, Dean’s redheaded second wife who had stopped licking Penelope’s pussy to complain. Dean strode to the bed, returning to his evening’s prayers that had just been interrupted. It had been almost 2 months since his darling Rebecca had given birth and he hoped she would be ready to receive again tonight.

Dean climbed into bed amongst his ravenous wives and groped at Rebecca’s body. He felt so blessed at what the Lord had been able to do with their old bodies since they’d come the Valley. The 55 year old woman couldn’t look a day over 35 with her plump, milky breasts and her taut, thick thighs. Not a wrinkle could be found on her body save for the crease that formed at her hips when she bent over. Their devotion had turned back the clock and would allow them almost another lifetime to do His work.

Plunging his thick 15″ cock into his eldest wife’s waiting pussy, Dean cursed the decades they had lived in sin. Married for 16 years before they moved to Blossom Valley for “missionary work” from that godless shopping mall he once preached at, Dean and Rebecca did everything they could to make up for the lost years.

Rebecca moaned in ecstasy beneath him as his first load of cum pumped her hungry pussy full. He meant no ill to their eldest daughter that had been given during those dark times. He only wished he could have provided her with more brothers and sisters. He could at least take solace she was in a better place now. She had moved down south to Blossom Valley’s sister town and had brought 18 children to her devout husband.

Penelope, Rose and Kristen all sang out in orgasm as if tied to the pounding of Rebecca’s insemination, fingers rubbing furiously at their pregnant pussies. Dean examined the four women praying before him. He loved Rebecca more than anything in the world but couldn’t help but praise the enormous bellies his other wives could grow. They had returned to the flock too late in their lives to truly receive God’s full bounty and Rebecca had never given him more than triplets in any of her 5 pregnancies.

He was just thankful that that young man Luke had sent to town wouldn’t have to suffer his same tragedy.

Jacob came to slowly, his whole body felt stiff. He first opened his eyes toward his night stand looking for the clock but was struck by the sight of a body builder’s arm. Thick and muscular, like something out of an 80s movie. His brows furrowed when he realized it was his arm and he could feel the power coiled in it, moving it around, adjusting to its weight.

As his crusty vision slowly gained clarity, Jacob was able to take stock of things. The room seemed to be slowly warming up, the fireplace in his room was drawing heat from the one presumably roaring downstairs, all of his things seemed to have been tidied up, dresser dusted, clothes neatly folded on top of it. Then he looked back at his body. His chest puffed out with slabs of muscle everywhere it could fit, his body felt hot, almost steaming against the cool air around him. And then there was Big Ben down below.

If he couldn’t feel every single pulse, each thick inch, the nippy air around it, Jacob would not have believed that was his dick. It had to be over a foot long and looked too big to wrap his hand around. He wanted to reach out and touch it but was afraid it might explode or bite him or something. He was pulled from his trance by a smell. Not the smell of the fire, or the smell of musty old walls. This smelled… wet... fruity… aroused…

The door opened to reveal Robin, wrapped in a bathrobe, as their eyes met, she dropped the laundry basket in her hands and leapt for the bed, “thank God you’re awake!” she cried in between kisses on his cheek and neck. “I was so worried.” Jacob’s confusion took a backseat while he addressed something more important. His new arms wrapped around Robin, holding her firmly to him. He brought her kisses to his mouth where he let her play with his tongue. As the girl calmed into a steady rhythm, Jacob figured he could ask questions now.

“Alright, so what happened.” He calmly asked her.

“Oh, right.” Robin could barely get a word out between kisses, but she tried her best to calm down, relegating her body to simply stroking Jacob’s chest. “After our… mmmmoment in the kitchen, I called Doctor Ben right away. When he got here and I told him what happened, he said it was the worst case of blue balls he had ever seen! He said I was right to get you to cum but it was too late, you were so backed up that you passed out.”

Jacob pondered this for a moment, realizing he hadn’t stopped stroking her ass once. “Okay,” deciding it was better to just go with this than try to figure out what doctor would call ‘blue balls’ a real medical condition. “Then what happened?”

“So,” Robin had to pause to kiss his neck, it was just there and cute and she needed it. “Doctor Ben helped get you up here to bed and told me to keep you fed until you woke up, so fer about 2 days now, Clem’s been bringin’ over milk cause it’s got the most nutrients n stuff. And I been feedin’ that to you and making sure you didn’t blue balls anymore.”

Jacob gave her a quizzing look, he knew what the answer was gonna be but asked anyway, “so how did you prevent that?”

Robin smiled and bit her lip, which seemed puffier now that Jacob looked at it. Her whole face seemed a little different, eyelashes long and thick, cheeks rosier and maybe a little chubbier. And her hair wasn’t in its cute little braids, it cascaded down her back in big ringlets. “Well, doctor said that I couldn’t let your balls fill up all the way so I’ve made sure to suck you dry every time I came in her and you was hard.” Robin glanced down past her shoulder and saw Jacob’s cock, which despite looking rock hard, she could almost feel it growing, ever slowly. “Speaking of which,” she muttered, her voice becoming noticeably more ragged. She turned back to look at Jacob, “baby, I know you’re the man and all it’s up to you but please please please baby let me take care a that for you.”

Jacob quietly let arms fall loose from Robin’s tight body and her eager eyes lit up. The hungry girl sat up on the bed and released the plush bathrobe she had been wearing. Jacob could only see her back but the backside he saw seemed different from the one he had been ogling all week. This new ass seemed more than double the bubble she had been carrying around before, joined to even wider hips that sprouted from her curvaceous torso. He could see the sides of plump breasts even from behind. They were big before but they seemed absurd now.

The girl lifted her nude body around to reveal the large, bright pink nipples adorning her lily-white tits. She wrapped her lithe body around Jacob’s cock, letting the head nestle in her cleavage. Her soft hands rubbed up down the length of his shaft, feeling like she could now really enjoy these ministrations with Jacob awake to appreciate them. After her tender appreciation, Robin bent her back to slide down the thick cock, massaging it her newly-enhanced cleavage.

Robin kissed the cockhead that was the size of her fist. “Preacher says that a woman who never lets her man’s seed fall anywhere but her body gets rewarded with the most fertile body.” She lifted her gaze to look up at Jacob, he saw the dick-drunk look in her eyes and the lazy smile that crept across her face. “And I will never let a single drop go to waste,” were her last words before she dove with vigor onto Jacob’s cock. Grinding her entire body along its length, legs wrapped around his waist to get a better grip, she let the puffy lips of her pussy engulf each of his heavy balls one at a time. Her mouth and tongue were moving so quickly as if to try and touch every nerve-ending on his head at the same time.

Jacob felt like he was going to explode almost immediately. Her fervor and the sensations she was giving him were unreal. He was amazed that managed to last a full minute under this madness before he finally erupted. Robin stayed true to her word and let barely a drop escape her lips. Though she was quick to bend down and lovingly lick every inch of his cock clean to ensure none was wasted. She climbed up his chest, cock sliding down her body and feeling the head graze just past her pussy lips. She kissed him on the cheek and pressed her full tits into his chest. She looked him in the eyes with a greedy joy. “So that was my breakfast,” she licked a stray dollop of cum from her chin, “can I go make you yours?”

Jacob sat on the couch finishing off the last of his late breakfast, Robin lay next to him, head on his shoulder, enjoying the warmth of his body and the warmth of the roaring fire. The snow falling outside was heavy, odd this early in the fall, but not unheard of. After sitting his plate down, he examined both of their bodies. Robin had put him into the tightest t shirt she could find that stretched under his new muscles. A pair of simple sweatpants covered his legs but left the thick outline of his tool plain to see. Even totally soft, 11″ of it sat in his pants ready to be awoken at a moment’s notice.

Robin snuggled up under his like she other night but Jacob was finding a lot more boob in the way this time. Considering the morning’s events, he decided it wasn’t worth maneuvering around just let his arm and hand press into the underside of her tits as the to escape out of its cleavage. And her fat new ass was trapped only in an overburdened pair of panties under the heavy blanket. After a long contemplative silence watching the snow fall out the window, Jacob needed to know.

“So,” Robin perked up almost immediately and wrapped her thin arms around Jacob’s shoulders to give him her full attention. “What is this now?”

Robin looked puzzled, “this? Like us on the couch?”

“No, like, what’s between us, like the… blowjob…” despite his newly imposing body, Jacob still felt nervous talking about sexual things with a pretty girl.

“That was me taking care of my man, what’s weird about that?”

“That! That is what’s weird about it, what do you mean I’m ‘your man’?”

Robin sucked on her lower lip for a moment as she attempted to find an answer, “well, it’s not really somethin’ you say. I just like, really liked you when I first saw you, and you like, get all hard around me sos I thought you liked me too.” Robin’s face turned into a dejected pout.

Jacob jumped to reassure her, “I do, I do like you! A lot, it’s just, I dunno, everything’s weird around here, I look like a pro wrestler now and everybody talks about God and—” Robin shushed him, planting a wet kiss on his mouth.

“Baby, I love how smart you are and all that readin’ n stuff you do is cute but there’s not much to explain.” Robin giggled at her own words. “It’s real simple. You’re a big ol stud and you pumped me full of so much sperm the last few days that I might could fail a DNA test.” Robin took Jacob’s large hands and brought them up to squeeze her plump tits. “Now please do me a favor baby, fuck my little pussy full of all your yummy cum until these boobies get too big for those bear paws.”

Jacob was grasping at straws to find a reason to disagree. If this was just his life now, stuck in a weird dream full of great food, quiet places to read, and the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen begging for his dick, he might as well enjoy it.

Jacob lifted her off the couch and started climbing the stairs, Robin trusted her man’s strong grip and wriggled out of her clothes in his arms as they ascended. Throwing the giggling, squealing nude girl onto the bed, Jacob removed his own clothes, letting his erection stick out, growing steadily to full mast. Robin lay on the bed, head propped up by pillows, both hands massaging her spread thighs, making glancing blows at her puffy pussy that was positively pouring her juices all over the sheets.

Jacob pulled the heated girl by the ankles to the edge of the bed and let his thick prick rest on top of her body, where she distributed kisses everywhere her craning neck could reach. As he reeled back to his position to drive home into her, Robin bit down on her juicy lip, “I love you…” she whispered.

“I love you too, baby.” And Jacob sank home his rod, Robin’s lips engulfing the enormous thing as a howl escaped her mouth. Her virginal body receiving the holy gift of cock for the first time was like nothing she had ever felt or would feel again. Not that it would be downhill from here, the gallons of sperm that would soon start flooding her pussy would be seared into her mind for the rest of her life. The ecstasy of her first impregnation would never fully leave her body, and she would remain eternally devoted to the man and the cock that gave it to her.

Robin’s future flashed before her eyes, fucking Jacob while her enormous belly filled the gap in between their bodies. Caring for their children as he pumped her full of more. Helping Jacob find more young women to bring into their home and become sexy, submissive wives with them, sharing the worship of Jacob’s virility. 30 years from now, the Lord having kept her body young and fertile, not outwardly looking a day over 25, she could sit on the couch just as they had these first few nights, belly growing still with a neverending brood, his other wives around them, masturbating, breastfeeding, cleaning up the sticky remains of his cum from their bodies.

Robin’s eyes rolled back into place and she returned to reality just in time to look into her lover’s eyes as he pumped her full of the beginning of that journey.