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"You’re leaving?" she said, disappointed.
"Oh, don’t worry," Flynn said. "I’ll be back, soon enough."
* * *
The next week, Flynn didn’t come out for a long time. Ally didn’t keep track, because she was too busy wondering if she could get away with masturbating in front of Michelle.
Her dress was bright blue, and she had gone into the City to get it. Ally had expected resistance from her Mom. It only reached mid-thigh, the upper part of mid-thigh, and she had flashed her Mom and two clerks while practicing walking in it. But the older woman had cheerfully paid for the sexy outfit.
The reason for the trip had been her bobbling boobies. Most of the girls at School had caught Tit Flu, it had seemed. But hers were titanic. They opened doors. They preceded her into rooms. And they had a mind of their own—which demanded petting and stroking at all times. So she had gotten special bras. Not that she really needed them.
She was hot today. Aroused. Horny. Most days she was hot, it seemed. The girls at School had discarded jeans for pretty, flippy things that lifted and supported. The boys had become just as randy, showing approval by caressing or stroking whoever walked by.
Michelle had on a matching green dress. It was pretty clear that she was feeling pretty horny, too. That pencil of hers kept feeling underneath her open skirt.
They liked to talk about boys at school, and who was fucking who. She was pretty sure Paul could hear them. It was fun.
"No," Paul said, hunted. "No. I can’t. It’s madness. You’re insane." His voice was troubled, nearly broken. "Leave."
This time Flynn was beaming as he stepped outside. Both girls flew out of their chairs, up against the side of the desk. "Hi Pastor!" Ally sang. Her hair bounced around in gold circles.
"Hey girls," Flynn said. "You want some candy?"
"I love candy," Michelle said, and winked. So did Ally. Flynn produced two huge pink ovals from the sleeve of his suit.
"Go ahead," he said, and they eagerly swallowed them.
"Kind of medicin-y," Ally said "But, uh, I like it!"
Flynn smiled at her, and she nearly dripped into her panties. Then she actually did.
"Girls, what are you accomplishing here, exactly?" he said, serious all of a sudden.
"Huh? I don’t know… stopping babies and stuff… I guess," Ally said. This sounded like school. And school itself had become super boring, lately. Ally hadn’t done her homework in weeks. The teachers hadn’t minded.
"Yeah," Flynn said. "Does that seem right to you?"
Actually, now that the Pastor mentioned it… a lot of the girls at School had confided in the fun of bare-backing, letting a boy fill you with his goo. Plus there was all the sexy girls in town, parading around with big bellies. The boys nearly walked into cars when they saw them walking around.
They had been talking about it for most of the week. Those that were knocked-up High Schoolers seemed proud of it.
"I guess… it’s bad?" Michelle said, nose wrinkled.
"It is," Flynn nodded. "I mean, you girls are young. Wouldn’t it be so nice if you were pregnant together, getting big and fat, sharing the experience?"
Ally and Michelle stared at each other. Ally imagined Michelle swelling up, her mammoth boobs getting even bigger, the two of them stroking at each other as they grew..
"Um, I got to go to the bathroom, Pastor Flynn," Ally said. "Scuse me."
"Me too!" Michelle squeaked.
"Then don’t let me detain you, ladies," Pastor Flynn said, and took a parting scoop of M&Ms. "Remember, cooperation. I just wish Paul would."
* * *
The bathroom wasn’t really big enough for two, unless they pushed up against each other. Ally had to reach up to kiss Michelle’s hungry, insistent mouth. And their tits, mashing together, made her even more hard to reach. But Ally made it happen anyways.
Their boobs rolled around, up against each other. Nipples touched and rubbed together, and fireworks kicked at her head.
With her free hand Michelle reached underneath Ally’s dress, fit her hand underneath her panties.
"You’re juicy," she noted, eyes glazed.
Ally did the same. Michelle wasn’t even wearing panties. Ally giggled, and moved her hand around inside the hot, wet folds.
They stood there, pumping at each other, balanced impossibly on heels as they moved back and forth. It should’ve been impossible to stay steady, not to mention also rub hard against budding clits. But they managed.
"Flynn was so fucking right," Ally hummed, into Michelle’s ear. "Oh god. You hear that Erin and Paula and Carrie got pregnant, right? All from Tom, he fucked all of them."
"We could have babies together," Michelle said. "You and me. Best friends and mommies together."
They came at the same time, shivering and teetering in each other’s arms.
Later, Ally knelt between Michelle’s legs, as the brown-haired girl leaned back on the toilet seat. She sat upright.
"Ally, I think I know how we can get some cum in us," she said. "If we work together."
* * *
"You’re sick," Paul groaned. Ally urged him onwards, towards the orgasm she could feel coming. Soon Paul would fill her up with his sexy, baby-making sperms, get her all pregnant and fat.
Just like Michelle, who was in the office chair, her legs up on the table. She had her hand protectively over the outside of her cunt, to keep Paul’s cum inside. Her other hand rolled her nipple around in her palm.
Flynn stood respectfully in a corner, calm in his dark black suit.
"I can see that you’re busy with your staff," he said. "I can come back later. Maybe I’ll bring a pregnancy test with me?"
That did it. Ally squeezed again, at the shaft inside her. She was bent over the side of Paul’s desk, tits out, head bumping against his laptop. He had both hands on her ass, and kept pumping until his entire cock was inside her.
Their plan had only taken a week. Day one, they came in wearing matching pink skirts, and made a point of bending over in their halter tops when Paul was around. Day two, they did the same, only without panties. By day three Paul had been pitching a permanent tent pole, and was sweating the entire day.
At Day Five, on Ally’s suggestion, they had brought vibrators into the office, and buried them up their snatches while simply sitting around. Paul had come outside, seen their buzzing and giggling, and hadn’t said a word.
On Day Six he had finally given in, grabbing Michelle like a wild animal and, grunting, running his hands over her tittering body. But he had insisted on wearing a condom when they finally fucked, even if the plastic sheath had barely fit over his cock.
Day seven, Ally and Michelle had made their joint demand. If he wanted more tender teenage ass, it was bare or nothing. Paul hadn’t taken long to decide.
Paul came. Wonderful hot stuff filled her. Ally came too, a million images of milky tits and fat tummies overwhelming her thoughts. They had both deferred college. It seemed boring stuff anyway. Paul stayed inside her, panting.
"What did you do to us?" he said, defeated. "Some sort of chemical? Why can’t I resist this? Why aren’t I going to the police?"
"Paul," Flynn said, smoothly. "You’re just learning to cooperate. You’ve become part of the flock. Just let it happen."
"You mean, part of the herd," Paul said. But he was already growing hard again. "I’ll do it. Give me those pills. Although I don’t know what more you can do to this town."
Flynn grinned. "Oh, I think plenty," he said.
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