Twisted Teen Tales

                                Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 14

                                   Pregnant Teens (part 3 of 3)

 

      As far as Tatianna was concerned the principal was just another customer and she expected five hundred dollars from him in exchange for a crack at either her pussy or asshole, both being available at the same price now that her sphincter muscle had relaxed to near dormancy. To Niles Nailer the spirit was willing, but the wallet was light and she wouldn't take a check. No amount of pleading got her to change her mind. It was a distraught educator who was led in tears from the room so that people with real money could have access to the gargantuan love machine.

 

      Returning home Nailer contacted the drug's discoverer and told him to get over to his place as fast as possible, since things were definitely getting out of hand. Currently the trio of test subjects had taken commmand of the situation thanks to their use of chemical warfare to subdue the male population. He knew from personal experience that there was nothing available to prevent the release of those insidious pheromones that were surely a byproduct of the drug they had been given.

 

      For hours the two of them kicked various ideas around, each having some fatal flaw that made them impractical or plain dangerous to consider. In less than ten days the trio would be in the delivery stage and lord knows what that might yield to an unsuspecting world? What troubled Walter, the drug designer, was what happened when they attempted to give birth, since they were carrying phantom babies?

 

      It was the principal who finally came up with an approach that just might work. Would it be possible to put the three "mothers to be" in some kind of a coma for the next ten days and see what happened afterward? His companion grew very excited and smiled. If they just stayed away for the next five days the teens would be too bulky to move against them. Sedating them at that point would be quite easy and the risk of harming them greatly decreased.

 

      Still there was the issue of the pheromones which had to be addressed. It was decided that they would rent the same kind of suits that the hazardous materials people used when they handled toxic chemicals. These suits with their self contained breathing systems would protect them from being exposed in any way to those sneaky chemicals that the teens were exuding. The two men shook hands then turned them into high fives as they realized they had come up with the solution not only to the immediate problem, but even  for later on when they gave the teens another dose of the wonder drug to further understand its effect on females. Both were very excited by the prospect of getting lots of free pussy from their subjects when that phase of the drug kicked in.

 

      The Janson sisters would be easy to take out, but Tatianna was backed by her army of criminals who would put up fierce resistance against anything that would impepede her ability to generate tremendous sums of money for the crime family. Principal Nailer was tasked with negotiating some type of agreement with  Vladimir, the crime family's head, to allow him to keep control over Tatianna, but limit the amount of the drug he could control. If Nailer's experience with the wolverine disguised as a sex goddess was valid, his opposite number, Vladimir, would probably jump at the opportunuity to have sex with this creature even if it was against her will. In fact that probably would appeal even more to this ruffian from the steppes.

 

      So for the next three days anarchy ruled at Arnold Palmer high as big Joyce got bigger and bigger and more and more demanding. By the weekend she could barely walk and had taken on the aura associated with that of a bee or termite queen, her retinue growing larger each day to handle the increasing demands that came forth from her. The same situation in microcosm was taking place at the Janson house, now totally overrun with tradesmen of every imaginable type from plumbers to landscapers. The line of eager males waiting to mate with their youthful "queen" stretched from within the house to down the block, outraging the neighbors who were not the type to call the local law enforcement agency.

 

      Tatianna had grown so bulky that the gyno table was no longer the proper vehicle for her to maximize the number of customers she was capable of handling. Vladimir had stepped up to the issue and jury-rigged a type of hoist that gave her some degree of freedom to move, thus opening her up to her customers who literally surrounded her, taking their turn as her huge body rotated slowly in a circle, going in one direction until the heavy ropes supporting the hoist wrapped up completely, and then began moving in the counter direction as they unwound.

 

      Now the main problem was her upset stomach which rejected everything that she was fed, which at this stage of her false pregnancy was enormous. This was looked upon as just another challenge to be addressed by the crime family, who sent out for more buckets and mops.

 

      Over the weekend the principal managed to locate a company that would rent him the type of protection they would require when it was time to come to grips with his three "about to deliver something" test subjects. As an incentive to make Vladimir more cooperative, he brought along an extra hazmat suit for him to use when he had to deal with his top prostitute, who still was turning tricks at an unbelievable rate. However she was becoming more cranky by the minute as all sorts of hormonal changes began being tripped.

 

      Things at the Janson house were completely insane as not one but two of the trio prepared to do something, what nobody knew for sure. Mr. Janson had long since deserted his family for the sake of his sanity, and Mrs. Janson had no clue as to what to do as her daughters grew to enormous size and started to show all the signs leading up to giving birth.

 

      The arrival of two men dressed in strange garments with hoses feeding air into their suits caused a great consternation among the army of tradesmen still attending her daughters, who had finally gotten away from the monomaniacal focus on sex that had dominated their perspective for the last two weeks. Birthing was now the emphasis in their lives, but still one or two days away from occurring. The first wave of incipient labor pains had just begun to intrude on their consciousness, but they were babes in the woods when it came to the final step in this accelerated process.

 

      Joyce and Janet were lying in two separate rooms, looking for all the world like a pair of miniature beached whales. Neither was capable of much movement, even their breathing was labored. Both were surrounded by tradesmen who were fanning them and trying to get them to eat something. Like the teenagers, their interest in sex seemed to have waned, to be replaced by a strong desire to do anything that would assist their "queens" in achieving their destiny. To Nailer and Walter, whatever was going on outside their bubble protected world had no influence whatsoever on them, exactly what the principal had predicted.

 

      The two teens appeared to be having some problems breathing. Considering their weight and the rapidity with which it had been put on, this was not that shocking. Everything had been accelerated tenfold, and the body's systems had not been able to keep up with many of the changes. What really struck the principal was the stretch marks on the teens. They were deep and ugly looking, not likely to go away without a very rigorous diet and exercise regimen. He seriously considered asking a physician buddy of his to come over and take a look at the two of them, but decided against it, fearing that any type of publicity had a very good chance of scotching any future plans for exploiting this chemically induced process.

 

      Their visit to Vladimir to check on Tatianna's status was confrontational to put it mildly. He was half crazy over the fact that his moneymaker had turned off when it came to having unbridled sex with anyone who had the necessary fee for her services. Trying to explain to him that she was on the verge of giving birth and thus no longer interested in sex was a lost cause. He had been spoiled rotten by the amount of money she had earned for the family, and like all irrational and greedy members of the race, he expected it to continue endlessly.

 

      It was then that he noticed the suits Walter and Niles Nailer were wearing and demanded one for himself as well. After some negotiating, he agreed  to allow them a brief look at the teen in exchange for one of these suits that would protect him from her wiles. Once he had the suit and understood how it worked, he chuckled evilly. Now he would be in command under all conditions and she would do his bidding or he would thrash her to within an inch of her miserable life, pregnancy or no pregnancy! Nailer wondered how he would accomplish that feat while wearing the bulky suit.

 

      Tatianna was further along than the Janson sisters, much further along! Perhaps it was her maturity, or maybe all the sex she had been engaging in over the past weeks, but she was giving every sign of an imminent delivery of something. Despite Vladimir's objections, and they were intense, Walter and the principal took up their positions and prepared to witness what they thought to be the final step in this process. As it turned out, mother Nature still had a hand in what did transpire.

 

      For the first time ever the principal saw fear in the eyes of the exchange student. Giving birth alone would be a stressing experience for any woman, but to be doing it under these bizarre conditions would frighten anyone no matter how strong. For all his brutality and bluster, there were still some traces of humanity lurking in the makeup of Vladimir, and one of them escaped into the light of day. He said something in his mother tongue and ripped off the hazmat suit, causing Nailer to wince since he had put down a rather hefty deposit to assure it would be returned in good working order. Although he didn't speak the language, he guessed it translated to something like "I don't need no stinking hazmat suit!"

 

      Vladimir ran around like a man with his hair on fire, screaming out orders and directing people hither and yon as Tatianna broke into a cold sweat and the first contraction rippled through her trembling body. You talk about a babe in a manger, perhaps this was the twenty-first century version. Two men in hazmat suits replacing the Magi. Vladimir doing his best as a Joseph who was clueless as to the father of this creation about to be brought into the world. Tatianna acting as the earth mother from which all of us sprang forth, and a supporting cast of criminals and prostitutes doing their best to briefly shelter the couple from the vicissitudes of the world. If only it could have been, but it was not to be.

 

      The contractions did everything but tear the poor teenager apart as everyone watched, transfixed by the mystery that was unfolding before their very eyes. Suddenly what appeared at first to be a bald skull shot from between Tatianna's labia. Moments later another contraction forced more of the object out into the light. Whatever it was, wasn't human. Whatever it was, wasn't alive either. With a piercing scream that burned up her last resources, Tatianna delivered her passenger out into the world. The women recoiled in horror and even Vladimir was stricken with temporary paralysis as he tried to cope with what he was looking at.

 

      While the women were dealing with the bleeding and the thin membrane that evidently had grown around the cylinder of as yet unknown material, things with which they were more famiiar and comfortable, the men put their collective heads together and muttered just for the sake of relieving the tension that what they had witnessed created in them. The principal explained to Vladimir that it was necessary to go back to the house where the other two subjects were readying themselve for the same ordeal. The criminal leader nodded his head and looked off into space, perhaps wondering how he managed to get caught up in this bizarre situation, that had yet to run its course.

     

      The next day Janice gave birth to a five pound, four ounce cyclinder, indentical to the one Tatianna had delivered the day previously. This time Nailer was ready and  had it weighed, measured and a sample shaved from it for chemical analysis. The remainder was packed in foam and locked away in his basement, until the analysis came back. Then depending upon those results he would either dispose of or donate the cylinder to one of the universities in the area for further study.

 

      The following evening Joyce Janson had a rather uneventful delivery and her cylinder weighed an impressive six pounds, eight ounces. Like her sister's passenger it was locked away in Nailer's basement after a small sample had been removed for further investigation like the other. By now the foreign exchange student was deep in the throes of postpartum depression, not a pretty sight. She was inconsolable, but the ever resourceful head of the criminal family was already collecting her breast milk for sale to those perverts who never really and truly allowed themselves to be weaned from their mother's breast.

 

      All three test subjects went through a two week period of postpartum depression during which they each attempted suicide and afterward had to be kept restrained and watched around the clock. Twice Vladimir brought up the subject  of another pregnancy to his recovering moneymaker and came away the second time with a scar on his cheek that he carried to the grave. In that same period both Janson teens replied to that same question and threatened suicide despite the fact that their physical recovery was occurring as fast as the

phantom pregnancy they had just experienced.

 

      A meeting of the big three, Nailer, Walter and Vladimir took place in order to decide their next move. Mr. Janson had deserted his family and left for parts unknown, while Mrs. Janson took the position that she didn't want to be involved in "the work of Satan", her exact words. The test subjects were unanimous concerning their absolute resistance to participating once again in this experiment. However Vladimir had been busy rounding up some new test subjects.

 

      He had already contracted with four doxies from the old country who were signed, sealed, and ready to be delivered for the next go-round. Thus it was tentatively decided that subject to the results of the chemical analysis, which to date were still not available, they would proceed to obtain more data with new test subjects. Vladimir was already counting the profits that he would make by supplying the teens for this experiment.

 

      Two days after the meeting there came a knock at the door to the principal's home. He opened the door to be confronted by three gentlemen in dark suits wearing even darker sunglasses. They showed him badges the likes of which he had never seen and gave him a phone number and told him to call it before they discussed a certain matter involving national security with him. When the president of the United States answered, Niles Nailer had this overwhelming urge to wet his pants which he promptly did.

 

      Less than two hours later the gentlemen left the premises with the two cyclinders and his sworn oath that he and they never had this meeting, knowing that it might have prevented a potential terrorist plot against the nation that would have utilized materials such as the samples he had given to certain nameless institutes of higher learning. He never found out whatever happened to Vladimir or Walter, both of whom seemed too have disappeared off the face of the earth, so to speak.

 

      He did find out that Janice Janson had an automobile accident that left her with amnesia, and afterward ran off to become a circus clown now touring Europe. Meanwhile her sister was admitted to a mental hospital for a time, and when she returned, had no recollection of ever having been involved in the experiment that Nailer had sworn an oath to never have happened. Tatianna had gone back to her mother country and joined a convent of nuns dedicated to absolute silence. It should be acknowedged that the second season for the teen tramp bootcamp had as its star attendee none other than the jizz princess, Joyce Janson, who acquitted herself with aplomb, but that's another tale for another time.

 

      To those of you who clamored for innovation, this is my reply. Sorry you had to wade through my demented humor to get to it.

 

                                                             ( Finis - rolf palsy )