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  Knocked Up by the Dentist

  Marcy Wiggins is a twenty year old control freak and a hot one at that. Every six months she goes in for a dental cleaning, but when her current dentist is out of town and she receives a flyer in the mail, she tries out a new place.

  It’s a curious place where almost everyone in the waiting room is pregnant and even the nurses behind the counter are big enough they look like they are about to pop.

  And soon Marcy is going to be one of those woman because the dentist is ready to see her. And his favorite thing in the world is knocking up a beautiful woman. And the special gas he gives her, won’t just make her receptive to the idea, it’ll make sure she ovulates just for him.

  Appointment

  Every six months I go in to see the dentist and every time I get one of those little reminder postcards in the mail. But this time was different. Instead of a reminder it said that my current dentist is out of the country unexpected for three months and the name of a quality dentist they recommend.

  I schedule everything down to the letter. I’m even sure I know who I will marry one day and who will be at our 50th wedding anniversary party. So how can someone just unexpectedly go out of the country?

  Needless of my stress and anger at the situation, I called the new practice. “Oh, looks like we have a cancelation for tomorrow morning. Miss Davis has gone into labor early and won’t be able to make her appointment.”

  It was a little short notice, but I don’t want to seem ungrateful so I decide to just say ‘yes, thank you.’

  And the next day I’m getting ready. My brown hair is slicked back and as it’s Thursday I wear a red button up blouse and a short, but tasteful black skirt. Some black wedges on my feet show off my freshly manicured toes (every six weeks to be precise) and I head into the clinic.

  It’s a nice tasteful place with a water fountain in the waiting room. Looks pretty standard, if not a little cleaner and vibrant. So I’m happy.

  At the window I announce myself. “Marcy Wiggins for Dr. Hoover please.”

  The woman hands me some forms to fill out and I notice she’s pretty pregnant with a swollen belly pressed up against her pink scrubs. “Fill those up and come right back. The dentist is anxious to meet you, Ms. Wiggins.”

  I take a seat and fill out my forms, balancing them on my knee. When I glance up I realize the woman I’m sitting beside is pregnant too and barely wearing enough clothing to cover her blooming baby belly. It’s large enough to make me wonder when she’s supposed to give birth and where her husband might be.

  Her long blond hair is done up in two braids. Her lips are abnormally plump and I think she might be having cosmetic surgery. She rubs her belly and her head falls to the side and she moans. “I just want to see the dentist one more time.”

  I understand good dental hygiene but I think she might care more about it than I do.

  Handing in my forms, the nurse gives it a once over while I wait. Then she smiles at me. “The dentist will see you now, Miss Wiggins.” She struggles out of the chair and I follow her into the back. Painfully aware that the woman can’t walk without waddling and seems to be extremely uncomfortable.

  One day I hope to get pregnant too, but I hope at the very least I’ll be wearing a wedding right by then. And I hope I won’t have to be working so close up to my due date.

  I sit in the seat and the nurse gets me ready. She asks me a few basic questions and I watch as she leans on the counter, using it to help her move around as she readies the supplies. “When are you due?” I ask her to make the time go by faster.

  “Yesterday morning.” She smiles and rubs her belly. “I know, you’re thinking why am I here?”

  That’s exactly what I am thinking.

  “The dentist asked me to come in and when he asks,” she smiles at me, almost seductive like, “you can’t say no. Well, he’ll be right in. Just hold on, Miss Wiggins.”

  She leaves me and I’m left feeling like coming here is a mistake. I should go before something bad happens.

  But my teeth…they need a cleaning. So I decide to stay. And it’s going to change my life forever.

  The dentist

  “The door opens and the dentist enters in his blue scrubs. “Hello, I’m Dr. Jackson Clark….Miss Wiggins.” He smiles at me and has a mouth full of super pearly white teeth, which doesn’t surprise me.

  All dentists are the same, but this one with his strong jaw, blue eyes, and black hair definitely is better looking than my last dentist. So I smile at him and throw my hair back. “Nice to meet you, doctor.”

  He washes his hands and then we make small talk. Jackson wheels over his chair and with a push on the floor pedals, my chair reclines and lowers so I’m right beneath him. I’m so low it’s like I can stare right up his nose.

  “Open, please.” Jackson says with the mouth pick and mirror in hand.

  I obey because well, that’s what you do in the dentist chair.

  He pokes around inside my mouth going ‘umm hmm umm hmm’ like fifty times. “There’s a few spots that are inflamed. I’m just going to give you a little pain reliever so this won’t hurt.” Jackson picks up a mask that’s connected to a canister with a hose.

  I jerk upward. That’s gas.

  Jackson puts his hand on my shoulder. “It’ll be fine, Marcy. Don’t worry. I wouldn’t hurt you.” He gives me that award winning smile and all I can do is nod.

  “Okay, doctor.”

  He fits the mask over my mouth and spins a nozzle. “Take three shallow breaths.”

  I do as he asks, my breasts rising and falling. Already I can feel like my eyes are heavy. My hand runs down my body and strokes my leg. I feel so hot. I don’t know what’s happening to me.

  “Take four deep slow breaths, Marcy.”

  I shake my head. “No.” I whisper, but I do it anyway. Each breath longer and slower than the last. And now my body is burning with desire. I moan and my hand strokes my pussy. It feel so good. Even a little bit wet. I don’t know why I’m acting like this…

  “Two more breaths and you should be right where I need you to be.”

  I nod and try to speak, but instead all I do is breathe. My head tilts back and I moan, my finger lifts my skirt and I stroke myself, wishing I wasn’t wearing black lace panties, wishing I wasn’t wearing anything.

  My skin is burning so hot, all I want to do is be touched.

  Jackson puts the mask away and I stare up at him, feeling feverish. “Doctor,” I whisper, my lips extra pouty as I stare at him.

  “You’ve taken to the gas better than most. Easier. You’re going to be fun, Marcy.” He stands up and begins to unbutton my blouse.

  I moan and turn my head as he cups my breasts and frees them from my shirt. When he bends down to kiss me, I grip his hair, pulling him closer to me. My tongue enters his mouth as his enters mine. I want him so bad I can’t control myself.

  There comes a knock at the door and even so my hips can’t control themselves. Jackson puts his hand against my crotch and I want nothing more than for him to rip my panties off. Over his shoulder he yells at the nurse. “Twenty minutes. No interruptions.”

  “Yes, doctor.” The pregnant nurse says and I’m beginning to understand why she’s so pregnant. My God, I think I want to be pregnant too. I want to swell with this dentists baby even though that breaks all my plans, my schedule.

  Jackson smiles at me. “The gas has turned you on, Marcy. It’s activated your ovulation process. Are you having any light cramps?”

  I nod that I am, but can’t speak. I can only moan. I grip the arm rest as he comes in front of me. He slides his hands under my skirt and removes my panties. He puts them to his face and takes a deep long inhale. />
  “Oh, you are prime already. I think of all my patients you’re going to be the most beautiful knocked up. Should I do it, Marcy? Are you ready to be swelling large with my babies?”

  I shake my head no, but inside my body is raging with desire. “Please yes.” I whisper and as he positons himself in front of me my legs fall open, bending at the knee.

  “That’s just what I like to hear.” Jackson the dentist kisses me and I moan. Barely able to hold myself still. His hands are on my hips holding me into position. I writh on the chair, unable to keep myself still as his cock comes out from his pants and wacks my pussy.

  So wet, it’s ready. Jackson doesn’t even need to lube up. Instead it’s like my pussy just grabs his cock and sucks it in. It feels so big, so tight, that I grip the seat and my head rolls to one side.

  “Oh God…”My lips chatter, nothing has ever felt so good as my legs go high in the air and point straight.

  Jackson pummels me, drilling further and deep into my virgin pussy. I’ve never felt anything like this before and I can’t believe it. I see only stars. Jackson grips my thigh and holds it close to his body.

  His eyes are closed as he moans, like he’s feeling pleasure for the first time. “You’re so tight, oh God, Marcy. I think…I think you’re my first virgin. Are you? A virgin?”

  I nod, my eyelids twitch and my breathing is erratic. I think I’m getting closer to climaxing. “Don’t stop. Oh God, don’t stop, Doctor…”

  His neck strains as he goes even faster, deeper, and the lines between pain and pleasure blur as I grip his back in my hands and we both start screaming.

  Jackson barely slows his throttle down as we kiss, passionately and with abandon. He tastes so delicious, I never want to eat anything else again. “Thank you, Marcy. I hope it’s worked. I hope in a few weeks you start to swell.”

  “Can we do it again? Please.” My eyes beg him.

  But Jackson just starts to button me up. “One fuck per visit, sorry Marcy. House rules. Why don’t you make a follow up appointment at the desk. I might have a cancelation tomorrow. Then we can make sure we’ve sealed the deal.”

  He leans over and kisses my washboard abs and I hope he’s right. I hope soon I’ll be swelling with his babies.

  As far as unplanned events go, this one is pretty nice.

  Follow up Visits

  I was completely addicted to my visits with Doctor Jackson. He used the gas on me every visit, but less and less. It got to the point where I was seeing him three times a week and happily paying for it.

  Everyone was beginning to take notice in my changing demeanor and in my longer lunch breaks. I just couldn’t help myself. I craved him so bad that the time I was with my boyfriend, I was completely bored. Void of any emotion.

  He seemed to notice so we broke with our plans and decided we’d have sex before the wedding. It was just ho-hum. Nothing great. If I couldn’t have my doctor or his special gas, it just wasn’t anything that could get my blood bumping.

  My clothes were different too. Everything was form fitting, short, and cut low enough to show off ample bosom. I never had really big breasts before, but now they were plumping up. It wasn’t just my breasts either.

  My skin was tighter, glowing. And my lips were filling out so I looked like I was pouting all the time. My boyfriend, the one I was supposed to marry in eight months, was thrilled with my new sultry appearance. I was skeptical we’d ever get married now that I was so pre-occupied by my dentist.

  And I was pretty sure I was pregnant. And I knew, just knew it was the dentist because that’s exactly what he wanted. He pumped me full of sperm three days a week over my lunch break and now I was knocked up and engaged to marry another man. Not exactly the things dream were made of.

  But maybe if I talked to my dentist, I could convince him to give our relationship a serious chance. Looking at all the pregnant, knocked up customers he had, it was a foolish wish. But it was one I was willing to try.

  Knocked Up

  When I got to the dentist office that Monday morning, I was wearing a tight fitted purple dress. It caressed my plump breasts, swollen bigger since I’ve gotten knocked up. My abs are still flat except for a little water weight and I wore a pair of black heels that made walking almost impossible. It really showed off my muscular calves.

  “Marcie Wiggins.” I said at the desk when I checked in. My regular nurse wasn’t there. The woman behind the desk looked frazzled as she searched for my papers. “Are you okay?” I asked.

  She nodded. “Usually Nancy handles all this, but she’s out on maternity leave. Now I’m stuck here and…well, weird stuff goes on here.”

  My cheeks flushed like she knew my dirty little secret, but I’m sure everyone does. And that made me angrier. “Well, take your time.” I threw my hair back and swished it for her benefit and make my way over to the seats.

  She doesn’t know I’m pregnant, she can’t tell but looking at me, so she has no right to judge. Still the waiting room is full of near full term baby bellies and I sat down to one of the youngest looking knocked up woman I had ever seen.

  The mini skirt she wore barely covered up her pussy and her knees were fallen outward. Her head was thrown back and her hands just kept rubbing that swollen larger than a basketball belly through a tight t-shirt like it was going out of style.

  She moaned and her eyes opened to look at me as her belly moved from a jirating kick deep inside of her. Her long blond hair is done up in a braid and she struggles to sit all the way up. I’m not surprised that with that girth, that she can’t.

  I grab her arm and help her slide up. It’s almost like she’s an invalid.

  “Thanks.” She says in a thin and weak voice. Her hands won’t stop cradling her belly. “Things are getting harder now that I’m a week passed my due date. My OB says it’s still safe and I need it so bad, you know?”

  I hold my nose up in the air and act like I have no idea what she’s talking about. But I think she knows because of how she smiles at me. “Everything hurts so bad, but I just crave him. I’m sure you know. Our babies will be half siblings.”

  “I’m not having a baby.” I mutter to myself.

  “Sure you ain’t, sister. I’ve seen that look before. This ain’t my first rodeo.”

  “How many…how many times has he…” I can’t even finish the sentence.

  She only smiles lovingly down at her huge belly that she grips in her hands. “This is my third pregnancy. Fifth and sixth babies right here. For some reason he just always knocks me up with multiples. Must be why I’m his favorite.”

  She was his favorite? My cheeks flushed with jealous anger and that was when I was called into the room. A nurse, another extremely round and full of life nurse called me in.

  She got me settled in the chair, but when she left. I stood up. And that was when Doctor Jackson walked in. He eyed me up and down. “Marcie, you look beautiful today. But why aren’t you in the chair? Don’t you want to have a little fun before your cleaning?”

  I tried to resist his charming good looks, but it was hard. I turned my head to keep from wanting him. “I’m pregnant. I thought you should know, but based on your waiting room, I’m guessing that’s just how you like us. Knocked up and stretched wide, right doctor?”

  There’s lust in his eyes as he puts a hand on my flat stomach. “You’re going to be a sight when you’re swelling. It’ll be great, Marcie. I promise. Now why don’t you get in this chair…”

  “No.” Angrily I swat his hand away from me even as her eyes take in my breasts. I can see him foaming at the mouth already. “I’m not a pawn in some game. I won’t let you use me like this.”

  He cups my breasts and I know I should move away, but instead I just quiver under his touch. “You’ll get in that chair, Marcie. Because if you don’t, I’ll never touch you again. You’ll never feel my cock sliding into you again. You’ll just be big, pregnant and alone. Who is going to want that other than me?”

  “My fi
ancé.” I say defiantly. “I’ll tell him it’s his.”

  “And if he was as good to you as I am, if his cock could pleasure you like I do, you wouldn’t be here.” He reaches around and grabs my ass, squeezes my close to him. His breath blows against my neck and it’s like sweet nectar. “Now get in that chair.”

  I’m embarrassed and flushed. I can’t even look him in the eye. “Yes, Doctor.”

  Jackson takes my hand and helps me sit in the chair. He fits the mask over my mouth and I take slow, deep breaths without him even telling me to. My hands rub my sore, aching breasts and Jackson peels my skirt up to reveal my tight black panties.

  He rubs his hand against the moist fabric and I moan, close my eyes. My hips move back and forth because I can’t stop it.

  Jackson rips my panties free from my body and throws them into the trash can. I guess it’s going to be a nice long visit. He removes the mask from my face and I’m so delirious and horny, I can’t see straight.

  “Are you ready, Marcy?”

  “Pound me, doctor.” I whisper and reach up for him. I stroke his neck and pull him down. “Do I need to beg you?”

  “I’d love it if you begged me.” Jackson whispers and unzips his pants. His cock stands straight out at me as it goes free.

  It’s so long, hard and wide. I stroked it and tug it toward me. Jackson sways back and forth with his eyes closed. He grunts and leans his arms on my chair as his pelvis angles toward me.

  Finally when it’s there. My mouth falls open in bliss. Pain as it shoves its way into me like I don’t even matter. I’m just a thing. A sexual vessel for him. No matter how much I love it, hate it, it doesn’t matter. The good doctor is going to do what he wants with me.

  And I love it.

  Swelling

  When I announce I’m pregnant to my fiancé, he’s over the moon and horrified all at once. We get married when I’m four months along and already round enough that you can see my belly pushing against my wedding dress.