Hey all, figured I'd just share this here. I'd love to play with you guys, please let me know what you want me to look like. Love things like fauxbait and bustypetite however I feel they're always mentioned here. :P I'm up for making my character as crazy/extreme as you want. Drugging you, blackmailing you, etc. You just let me know what you like.

If you want to play, let me know how big you want to be too.

Also as always more roles are available depending on what you want. Just let me know!

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chapter 1

I don't know when it started, it just did. One day I woke up wanting to have a baby. I know it's wrong and I had the talk with my parents, and the health classes, and even my Grandma talked to me. I got it, it was wrong. However I wanted one anyways.

That's when I started noticing our neighbor Mr. Jackson. He already had five kids and it seemed like his wife was always pregnant. Since he has caught my eye I found myself glued to the windows whenever he was outside. Several times I think I saw an outline of what I can only describe as an absolutely massive package.

Once I had seen that I started trying to get his attention more. First it started with wearing yoga pants showing off my ass, and eventually lead to me sitting out on our front porch in the smallest bikini.

I started getting results too. At first just a passing glance, and then more and more I'd find his eyes lingering on my body which I was putting out on display just for him. Unfortunately I had also caught the attention of his wife.

Mrs. Jackson starting shooting me dirty looks as I lounged around the front porch presenting my body to her husband. I swear I'd even seen her mouth the words slut, and skank when I'd catch her eye.

#chapter 2

My new routine has become waiting for Mom and Dad to leave the house and the rushing upstairs to the bedroom windows. Looking out hoping, praying that Mrs. Jackson would be gone leaving Mr. Jackson home alone. My body ached for the opportunity to just flirt with him. I'd seen the way he looked at my body. I knew he must at least secretly want me.

Then it finally happened. Mom and Dad headed out to the grocery store and as I rushed up stairs I just caught Mrs. Jackson pulling out of the driveway as well.

I rushed back to my bedroom flinging off my clothing. As I stood there naked in my bedroom I looked over what I had to wear. What would a man like him appreciate. I settled on a short mini-skirt which was my school uniform from a few years ago, and a tiny black thong that would get me in so much trouble if my parents found it. I finished off the outfit with a low cut blouse.

I quickly leapt out of the house and to next door ringing the doorbell.

#chapter 3

Mr. Jackson slowly made it to the door, dressed in heather grey sweat pants and a simple white t-shirt. As he opened the door and said 'hello' I could feel his eyes tracing my body. I stood there taking in his gase for a moment. My heart pounding in my chest.

'Hey Mr. Jackson, do you have any milk I can borrow' I mustered back, hoping that my voice did not betray my excitement.

'Sure, I think we have some left' he said making way for me to enter the house. As he turned my eyes fell to his growing outline in his sweat pants. No wonder he had so many kids.

As I made my way past him I smirk grew in my face. I was almost certain that his eyes were focused on my young perky ass. When I made it to the fridge I could hear him enter the kitchen. I locked my knees as I opened the fridge then bent over, feeling my tiny skirt run up my ass showing off the tiny black thong. That tiny strip of fabric separating my dripping wet, fertile pussy. 'Need anything else in here? I called back through my thigh gap.

I could see that he was blushing and trying to not look at it. However he was having a hard time, especially based on the growth in his pants. I thought he was well hung, however he must have been cold that day. His cock was now up to 8-9 inches and he wasn't even fully erect yet.

'Uhh, no I'm fine' he stammered trying to turn himself away from me. I straightened myself up and turned around with the milk in hand. 'Why doesn't your wife like me?' I asked with a puzzled look on my face. 'She is always shooting me dirty looks'.

Mr. Jackson stood there for a moment frozen. It was as if he had no idea how to react to this question and this situation he was finding himself in. Finally he stumbled out '*She doesn't hate you, I don't know what you're talking about. *'

I stepped closer to Mr. Jackson. Too close for comfort and looked up to him. 'I think she knows I want to fuck you' I said calmly and plainly.

He was stunned and sputtered. I knew how he felt, he was tempted but it was so wrong. He was married, and I was clearly too young.

'Do you think she'd believe that I did this?' I said as I reach out and grabbed his growing cock. My pussy growing even wetter feeling his hard cock in my hand. 'I bet my daddy would believe me if I said you tried to fuck his little girl.'.

Mr. Jackson reached down with his hand and pushed my arm away grabbing my wrist. 'Stop this, you could get us both in a lot of trouble with that talk' he spit out. Just as he finished his sentence we heard a car pull up in the driveway. Shit I thought to myself.

#chapter 4

I quickly stepped back from him and before I knew it Mrs. Jackson was back in the house and clearly shocked to see me in her kitchen. 'Hey, how are you doing?' I asked of her as she waddled into the house very pregnant.

'I'm fine,' she replied 'What are you doing here?' she asked. I paused for a moment 'Just came by for some milk. We ran out and I was baking something!'

She looked down at my hand and could see the milk carton, '*Well I bought some more milk, so why don't you take the rest of that and head home. *' she replied trying her best to be civil.

I shot her a little smile and started to walk towards the door. Once I had passed her I turned around to walk backwards. With Mrs. Jackson's back to me, I could do anything that I wanted. I quickly pulled my skirt up and my hand found its way into my thong as I fingered myself while looking Mr. Jackson dead in the eyes.

As I reached the front door I pulled my hand out and found it covered in my juices. I quickly licked my hand clean before leaving, watching the tension in his face.