Part 15

Part 15

Glen and Ellie entered back into the clinic. Glen's strides were long, powerful and confident. Ellie followed three paces behind him and barely managed to keep up with a short, mincing waddle. She kept her swollen face staring down at the floor submissively until her head tapped into Glen's back and she glanced up, surprised to see he had stopped.

Glen's head swiveled around the spacious waiting room they had entered. Everything looked different. The clean, sterile, inviting clinic from before had worsened significantly. The walls had a sickly yellow tinge and the tiled floors looked like they hadn't been cleaned in a long while. Grimy black slurry marred the outdated tile which was riddled with holes and covered in trash. The lights were too dim and the windows were cloudy from years of neglect. The state-of-the-art technology they had previously passed was replaced with outdated and old-fashioned hand-me-downs. Lush, green plants were now gaudy and plastic. The chairs arranged in rows around the room were clearly from a bygone decade with faded, ripped fabric backs and mangled wooden legs.

Glen pulled Ellie close and his hand touched a new outfit on her body. He glanced down and saw her dressed in a pink patient's gown.

Ellie looked down at herself and noticed a pink gown adorning her body. This gown was similar to the one she'd worn previously but with a few key differences. First, it was shorter and only reached her upper thigh. The size of her belly also pushed the gown outwards and caused it to raise even more. She knew her vagina was inches away from being exposed as she could no longer feel her lacy, mesh panties around her hips. As a result of going commando, the sticky cum and blood mixture that the panties had blocked now trailed visibly down the inside of her thighs. The second difference was in the chest area. The old pink gown contained a discrete button to allow access to the patient's breasts, but otherwise provided good protection. This new gown, however, seemed to miss the memo. The new gown was worn and stretched such that Ellie's DD cup, perky tits were constantly poking through the holes in the top. Her hard, veiny nipples pointed forward like two traffic cones on her chest and no matter how she fussed with the flaps her boobs were visible for everybody to see. Ellie also noticed a faded red stain on both the front and back of the short gown indicating another woman had given birth in it before. Her tall high heels had been replaced by much more comfortable, shiny black Mary Jane's with a one-inch, wedge heel and a metal buckle strap. The shorter heels pushed her perspective just a little lower than before and made the room and Glen seem even bigger. Sheer white socks with a frilled top hugged her ankles while the 'Bitch Breaker' pink and black shock collar still clung tightly to her neck. Her pink, pearl-string earrings and shiny blond pigtails framed her heavily madeup face.

Glen's dark eyes inventoried his own outfit. His 'Milf Maker' tank top still stretched over his puffed up, barrel chest. The arrow, pointing to the the 'milf maker' in his pants, now did so to a tight jock-strap which did very little to hide his monstrous, hairy pole and muscular butt. His men's size 14 athletic shoes still covered his feet while his buzzed hair and thick beard looked just as normal as ever on his macho face. He flipped the shock collar remote in his hands and peered around for an exit.

Ellie and Glen both shuddered as they were suddenly surrounded by a horde of people. Sound erupted in the room as nearly every chair was occupied. Misbehaved children screamed and ran all around while adults, who were clearly on the poorer end of society, filled in everywhere else. Ellie huddled close to Glen as many eyes in the room focused on them almost immediately. Lustful female eyes found Glen who looked like a heavily muscled, action movie star with a visibly gigantic cock in his jock-strap, while horny male eyes focused on Ellie who looked like a girly, pregnant, physically abused high-schooler with her fat tits hanging out. Most onlookers assumed Glen was Ellie's father as he appeared to be in his mid thirties while she was in her mid teens. It wasn't until his heavy hand snaked below her gown and groped her ass that the perception changed. Ellie responded to his touch with a contented moan. She smiled up at her naughty hubby and enjoyed his attention.

Glen's rough hand kneaded her smooth, fat bottom while he scanned the room triumphantly. There were dozens of people staring at them. Everybody knew she was his bitch. Everybody could see how Ellie submissively allowed herself to be groped in public. They knew Glen was the man and that he was the one in charge. He relished in the power and control ascribed to him by the crowd; but he wanted more. He used his free hand to yank Ellie's gown up and expose her genitals and pregnant belly. He wanted everybody to see his property. Ellie's succulent vulva alongside her 'GLEN'S SPERM BANK tattoo gave the crowd quite the eyeful. She pressed her sticky thighs together but her naked pussy was unmistakable. Also unmistakable was further evidence of abuse as her red backside had angry looking welts and bruises running across it while blood and semen were clearly draining from her rectum.

Ellie felt a breeze cooling the dampness between her legs as Glen exposed her vagina to the room. She tried pulling her legs together even tighter, but knew it wouldn't change anything. She didn't dare move, but couldn't help but feel self conscious at the judgemental eyes of the people. They saw her as a dominated preggo slut. The thought of being perceived as such sent a shiver down Ellie's spine and a rush of happy endorphins to her brain. She was exactly what she looked like! The tiny scrap of Mike left in the far corner of Ellie's memory degraded even further as hormone trickery entrenched her deeper into her role. When Mike put his large hand on Ellie's head and began pushing her down, however, she felt her stomach drop. He wanted another blowjob!? Ellie knew men had higher libidos than women, but this was crazy! Hubby was an insatiable beast! She felt her swollen cheeks flush at the thought of being on her knees with his dick in her mouth. Being exposed and categorized was one thing, but sucking cock in front of a crowd of strangers was another!

Glen snarled at his disobedient wife as a healthy buzz rattled around his brain. She may have been the dumbest slut to walk the Earth, but it was abundantly obvious what he wanted. Even somebody as unintelligent and ugly as Ellie knew the international head push for 'suck me off'. How dare she refuse! Who did she thinks he was? Was a simple blowjob really too much for a husband to ask of his wife? It wasn't as if her mouth was useful for anything else! She was an ungrateful, spoiled little bitch that needed to learn her place! Glen lifted the remote and squeezed the button.

Ellie's hands shot to her neck where painful electricity surged through her body. She convulsed and squealed before dropping hard onto her knees in front of her husband. The years of grooming and shattered self-worth combined with a rush of fresh hormones. How could she be such an idiot! Why didn't she just immediately obey like a good girl? Every ounce of pain was her fault and Ellie was sure Glen was only shocking her for her own good. She felt like the worst wife in the world. Hubby treated her so well and this was how she repaid him?

Glen tugged his jock strap to the side, intending to give onlookers a lesson in masculinity through his pendulous cock. His thick shaft sprang forward while his heavy scrotum hung below it. A jungle of dark pubes covered the base of his member while a dense musk emanated from it. The musk washed over a kneeling Ellie and sent her kitty into overdrive. Her body recognized an alpha male that was ready to breed!

Before she could get into the proper position, a strange popping sensation occurred within her lower body. A warm, clear fluid gushed from between her legs and pooled on the floor beneath her. She lifted her gown to see a watery stream flowing form her vagina. She hadn't peed, so it could only mean one thing. The realization that her water had broken struck Ellie just as an intense cramping pulsated in her pelvis. She groaned and clutched her belly as the pain deepened.

When Glen saw Ellie was focusing on her own problems instead of his penis, it angered him. Apparently, she WAS that dumb and still needed to learn a lesson. He stepped forward and swung his erect cock towards her lowered head. His nearly foot-long rod slapped her across the face like a club. He wound up and did it again with a surprisingly loud *SMACK*. Weaponizing his manhood against Ellie's face made Glen feel masculine. He was utilizing an appendage that her frail female body could never comprehend, let alone possess. The only thing she had was a yielding hole, ready to be on the receiving end of a beating. Nearly every eye in the crowd silently and intently watched the scene unfold.

Ellie looked up at Glen with her swollen face twisted in pain due to intensifying contractions. Being dick slapped twice by a foot-long, musky meat stick had certainly gotten her attention. Though the contractions were exceptionally painful, her subservience to Glen and the worship of his cock were more important than anything else. She opened her mouth and stuck her pierced tongue towards him, ready to give him head.

Glen flexed his biceps and mean-mugged the room while buzzing quivered in his head. People stood and stared with mixtures of horror and pity. They saw a hulking man in his mid thirties forcing a teenage girl on the cusp of giving birth to fellate him while he relished in her agony. Glen challenged the crowd with his dark eyes, begging for somebody to try and stop him. When nobody moved, his biceps tensed and he held the remote aloft before pressing the button and adding a surge of electricity to Ellie's discomfort. The lazy skank knew better than to make him wait! The 'Bitch Breaker' did it's job and Ellie yelped and scurried to a kneeling position on the puddle of amniotic fluid surrounding her. She launched her head forward and impaled her inflated dick pillows around Mike's length. He released the button once she had complied. The combination of ending the shock alongside a flood of new, happy hormones in her brain further cemented Ellie's mental conditioning. The association between giving a blowjob and pleasure was stronger than ever. Her hands continued to caress and support her belly just as the strong contraction faded. She felt uncomfortable and embarrassed with all the eyes in the room watching her give her husband a blowjob, but on the other hand, it was highly pleasurable to her as well.

Glen grabbed Ellie's frayed pigtails while she anchored herself and opened her mouth wider for a proper face-fuck. The feeling of his veiny erection sliding against her tongue sent horny electricity arcing through her body. While preparing for a rough ride, Ellie noticed Doctor Frank enter the waiting room from a door on the far end. He was followed by another man in a lab coat who was a little shorter and older than Doctor Frank. Ellie looked at the older man curiously. He had an aura of power despite being relatively frail looking.

Glen felt a painful zap in his brain which worked to supercharge the recent changes to his personality. He scowled down at the worthless fuck-meat slobbering on his dick. While she wasn't good for anything requiring a brain stem, Glen had to admit his wife's puffy lips were well suited for sucking cock.

Ellie's eyes watered as Glen shoved her head back and forth aggressively. Her throat was full, then empty, full, then empty. He was much more aggressive than before and appeared to have no regard for her well-being or pleasure. A stinging pain in her swollen face flared up each time he slammed her against his hips. Her frayed pigtails were torn and jostled by his iron grip and a few loose strands were ripped out and fluttered to the floor.

Doctor Frank and his colleague surveyed the room. Doctor Frank appeared to be pointing things out alongside an explanation. His facial expressions and hand movements were animated and he seemed very invested in talking to the other doctor. His colleague's wrinkled face wore a quizzical, stoic expression as he listened intently.

A wet *SCHLORP* *SCHLORP* *SCHLORP* sloshed from Ellie's mouth and spit dribbled down her chin. She was barely able to hold on as Glen's thrusting continued. Her tits flopped all over the place through the holes in her amniotic-fluid-soaked gown. She moaned around his penis as another agonizing contraction flared. It started as a low, throbbing pressure in the back of her pelvis but intensified and encompassed more of her lower body as it moved into her abdomen. The crowd, once again, recognized Ellie was in labor, but nobody moved to help her as a crazy look in Glen's eyes kept them at bay.

Glen chuckled as his moronic whore of a wife struggled with labor. His chuckling was short lived, however, as he became annoyed that she was still putting her own problems ahead of his. He took the opportunity to silence her agonized moan by thrusting his dick all the way down her throat and pinching her nose closed. Ellie's eyes watered and her cries stopped as she struggled to breath around his length which fully plugged her. The buzz in Glen's head, coupled with years of intense personality corruption ensured his wife's vulnerability and birthing pain made him feel powerful and masculine by comparison. She spasmed against him, but his hold was too strong as the light on her periphery started to narrow. When Ellie appeared to be losing consciousness, Glen reluctantly withdrew his spit coated cock and she gasped for air.

Ellie's breaths came in gulps and she coughed deeply. Glen released her hair which could hardly be called pigtails any longer. The ribbons holding them in place had been loosened and her hair had been pulled and mangled to such a degree that it hung down her back in wavy knots. Rivulets of spit dripped down her face as did a streak of tears. The contractions within her were extraordinary and her whole body shook. She hunched over and caressed her aching belly as her teary, green eyes centered on the pair of old doctors.

The doctors were looking in their direction. Doctor Frank continued speaking rapidly while his older colleague grew a wry smile. The colleague knew Ellie was looking at him. From way across the room, through a heavy crowd, this man somehow knew she was looking. Doctor Frank appeared to realize something was happening and he immediately shut his mouth, deferring completely to the other doctor. A horrifying chill crawled up her spine. The room seemed to dim for a second as the older Doctor's mouth moved. Ellie was far away, but she could hear his nasally voice as if his mouth were pressed directly against her ear.

"Welcome, Mrs. Olmsted." He grew a stomach churning, toothy grin before adding, "You remind me of someone."

Ellie's body shook with labor, but her stare remained squarely on the older doctor. The pain seemed dull and far away at the moment. It felt as if she couldn't look away even if she wanted to. She was vaguely aware that Glen was jacking his cock directly in front of her face, but it seemed distant.

The older doctor raised a finger gun towards Ellie and closed one eye as if he were aiming it at her. He then pulled an imaginary trigger while mouthing 'Boom' and Ellie felt an immediate pressure in her mouth. She bared her teeth and rubbed her tongue along them, feeling a set of colorful, metal braces now adorning them. The juvenile hardware changed her appearance from dangerously teenage to downright underage as the pink and purple neon colors tricked the eye and made her look younger. Only tween girls forced by their parents would wear braces like these!

The older doctor slapped the top of his hand, simulating the reload of a six shooter, before pulling the imaginary trigger once again and mouthing 'Boom'. Ellie took a sharp breath as her pink and black 'Bitch Breaker' collar lost any remaining room. It had already been tight, but now it constantly felt like it was choking her. She couldn't even fit her tiny finger within the collar when she reached up to try, and the prongs used to administer the shock dug into her neck painfully. She struggled to take a deep breath as she adjusted to the new collar.

Another reload, another 'Boom'. The one inch heel on Ellie's Mary Jane's instantly grew to six inch stilettos. A second strap also wrapped around the top of her foot. The new strap was secured without a clasp or way to remove it. Ellie fiddled with her new shoes before quickly realizing she was completely trapped in incredibly tall stilettos.

Reload. 'Boom'. Ellie felt a hard object crash against her eye and she slammed onto her back. Blinding pain exploded but she could barely react before an invisible, crushing grip encircled her non-existent bicep. A third and final blow was delivered to her brace filled mouth and she felt her lower lip beginning to swell. Ellie sobbed pitifully and struggled into a sitting position. Her achy body had multiple new signs of abuse with a bruised, swollen eye, a clear hand-print made of bruises on her bicep and a swelling, bloody lip. She turned to see Glen moving in slow motion, pumping his dick in front of her face. Based on his expression, Ellie knew he was close to finishing. Her vision on one side was constricted due to the shiner. It fit with the other side of her face which was still red and swollen from Glen's previous beating while her ass was still red with bruises and welts from spanking. Overall, Ellie looked she belonged on a poster for domestic abuse victims.

But the older doctor wasn't done. His toothy grin looked almost maniacal as he reloaded and fired once again. The pressure in Ellie's belly doubled and she watched it stretch even further. The stretch marks surrounding her stomach grew longer and deeper as it expanded. Ellie was unnaturally big! Was she giving birth to a monster? But, as she adjusted to the new pressure, Ellie realized she was having twins!

Finally, she looked to the older doctor one more time. He reloaded slowly. He cocked the imaginary hammer at a snails pace and aimed deliberately. Ellie felt fear in her chest but was completely powerless to do anything as he pulled the trigger.

The entirety of her head felt like it was on fire! Her brain, her face, her hair, everything was burning! New, horrible memories were injected in Ellie as her entire childhood and upbringing were contaminated beyond recognition. Her face shifted subtly and she fluttered her eyes as they turned brown. Dark, brunette roots dug into her scalp, displaying to the world that she was a natural brunette that dyed her hair blonde.

Ellie turned to face her father's cock and gave him a pink and purple smile as time seemed to return to normal. Glen grunted and his balls contracted as he painted his daughter's face with ropes of heavy semen. Daddy's warm seed felt nice against her swollen eye which a painful, physical reminder of her place. She felt honored to have her worthless, female body blessed by his righteous, manly cum. She caressed her belly as a stream of semen splashed onto her braces. Ellie was beyond thankful that she was finally about to bear Daddy's children and grandchildren. Her dark nipples leaked a stream of milk as a few final drops of Daddy's precious semen splashed against her face.

Glen flicked the last drop of sperm onto his daughter's smile. Beneath the seed, the marks of abuse and the makeup, Glen could see she shared some of his facial features. She was, without a doubt, his daughter. Dark, evil memories surged into Glen. He recalled purposefully addicting Ellie's mother to drugs to obtain sole custody. He remembered 'homeschooling' her from a very young age and teaching her how to be a 'good girl'.

Ellie fell back onto her fat ass and opened her meaty legs. She moaned in pain and braced herself with her arms behind her. Glen tore the pink gown from his daughters body, removing any final vestiges of privacy. She was going to give birth to twins, naked and covered in cum in front of dozens of strangers! The strongest contraction yet wracked Ellie's lower body and the pressure there became excruciating. Her knotted blond hair with brunette roots brushed against the floor behind her when she threw back her head and took quick, semen filled breaths.

Glen casually watched his daughter from the side with his arms crossed. He was annoyed that the dumb bitch was over-exaggerating the whole 'birth' thing. He knew he could have done it without all the complaining and drama. In fact, he knew all women exaggerated pregnancy as a whole. It was a biological flaw that afflicted the entirety of the female sex. An insatiable hunger for attention and pity. Glen scoffed as his daughter screamed and his new child's head crowned from her bloody vagina. He glanced over the crowd and saw two doctors staring at the scene from a distance. They didn't seem too concerned, so why should he?

Ellie felt her wide, motherly hips stretching to their absolute limit as she gulped for air. The pain was beyond anything she could imagine and her screams were animistic and primal. She looked between her legs through swollen, semen cemented eyes and pushed with every fiber of her being. She didn't know what to do, but pushing felt natural. She saw the red, conical head of a baby sliding through her birth canal. A rush of blood mixed with other fluids gushed out of her like a river.

Glen turned to the crowd who still hadn't moved. It amused him that they were unwilling to jump into action. They must have been aware, like Glen, that giving a woman attention only incentivized her to continue being dramatic. Maybe they also saw the two doctors and figured they would help if necessary. He returned his gaze to his irritating daughter and watched her face turn red beneath his dripping seed as she pushed. The head of the baby slid further and further along the birth canal with each effort. Glen gagged as some solid brown waste squirted out of his daughter's ass and mixed in with the blood and fluid rushing out. What a disgusting skank!

Doctor Frank and his colleague slowly approached Ellie and watched with curiosity as the head of her first baby fully escaped her blown out orifice. it immediately erupted into a wailing cry as the rest of its body slowly emerged from her vagina. She was officially a biologically successful, reproducing female member of the human species! She was a mom! The blue, spindly umbilical cord traced from the crying baby's body into Ellie's vulva. Doctor Frank secured the remnants of Ellie's pink gown and bent over to collect the screaming infant.

Ellie had only a moment to catch her breath as the second child dropped onto her soft, open cervix and she had the natural urge to start pushing once again. The second baby crowned and slipped from her vagina with much less effort that the first. After all, her birth canal had already been widened and used by this point. The second child popped out and joined its sibling's cries with its own before the rest of its body was expelled. A second umbilical cord traced from the second child and between Ellie's thick thighs and gaped labia. She now had two spindly, blue cords stretching out from her uterus and through the vaginal opening to two healthy newborns. The second child was collected like the first and wiped with the gown. Ellie collapsed in a puddle of her own fluids. Her semen coated, runny makeup coated, bruised face was pale from blood loss and her breaths were weak and shallow.

Glen approached the doctors who were each holding one of his kids/grand kids.

The doctors whispered to one another. After discussing and looking between Glen who was seemingly disinterested with the whole situation, and Ellie who appeared to be on the verge of death, the older doctor nodded his head and gently handed the infant he was holding to Doctor Frank. He looked impressed. He motioned to Ellie and Doctor Frank scurried towards her.

The world was faded and fuzzy as Ellie's sweat coated body reeled from the vaginal birth of twins. She laid on her back with her eyes closed. Her entire body was numb. Suddenly, she was holding her screaming newborns as Doctor Frank deposited them in her hands. She felt naturally compelled to press them against her veiny, dark nipples and their cries ceased as she did so. Their hungry mouths found their mother's baby bottle shaped nipples and they latched and sucked greedily. The sucking pressure felt euphoric and biologically satisfying to the new mommy as her mammaries nourished her offspring.

Glen watched his daughter breastfeed two newborns while their umbilical cords were still attached inside her. He held aloft the remote and grinned maniacally. He felt compelled to deliver pain! However, he stopped and stared down. A very deep, nearly non-existent part of Glen begged him not to do it. It was some long forgotten fragment of his psyche that called itself Giselle. Giselle loved the person laying in their own birthing fluids. It loved whoever or whatever they were.

The older doctor grinned when he noticed Glen's confliction. He seemed even more impressed with the situation.

The older doctor dusted off his lab coat and nodded his head. He spoke to Doctor Frank with his nasally voice, "Impressive. Very impressive. We'll be in touch."

Doctor Frank looked elated and he beamed with pride as he tossed the slimy pink gown to the floor. Doctor Frank's colleague leaned over Ellie who had Glen sobbing apologies at her head and gently caressing her frayed, blond hair with brunette roots. Glen was smacking himself in the face, fighting with the buzzing and the increasingly strong corrupted memories. His good side was clearly losing the battle and the remote was looking more and more appealing.

The doctor spoke quietly over the soft sucking sound emanating from the latched infants, "Welcome to the show."

He laughed heartily and walked towards the door he had entered from. Doctor Frank watched the older doctor exit with a zealous fire in his belly. He was eager to get to work and continue to impress his new boss.

Glen, the 6"4, 35-year-old, hairy, muscled, big-schlonged man in his 'milf maker' t-shirt, grinned wickedly and held aloft a tiny remote while his daughter/wife Ellie the naked, sixteen-year-old, breastfeeding, brace-faced, high heeled, cum coated, abused mother of two, with a blown out pussy split by two umbilical cords laid motionless next to him.

The scene collapsed as Doctor Frank turned and walked away from his prisoners. The room was swallowed by the void as the click of a remote heralded a high-pitched, primal scream.

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