By the end of the year, almost the entire senior track team was pregnant.
Their once lithe bodies had been transformed into a round, soft, full hills. Their breasts had swelled with milk while their bellies pushed ever outwards. Their graceful jogging had been replaced with awkward waddling as the months wore on
“I’d always wanted to knock up an entire track team and look at all of you! I just can’t be thankful enough that the Sexual Service Act passed last year,” their coach said. “Now, as for the stragglers. Savannah, Sabrina, and Allison, you’ll be here with me while I fuck your cunts. I’ll also need all three of you at my house twenty-four hours a day until you’re pregnant. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Coach Matthews,” the three girls who still hadn’t managed to get knocked up said.
“The rest of you, twenty blowjobs and twenty titfucks by random men. Move, move, move! I want to see some hustle out there!”
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