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My Wish Is Your Command	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +S through Z > Simpsons Views: 60459 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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PART IV
Chapter 10: A Nude—er, New—Generation
Bart Simpson, age twenty-three, awoke where he usually did: in his king-size bed in what used to be his mom’s room. On either side of him, Sherri and Terri were still sleeping. About seven months earlier, Bart had given the twins Janey-size tits and had made them his live-in breeding slaves, seeing as they were among the few girls from his old life whom he had never tired of fucking. Even now, when they were heavily pregnant—especially Terri, whom he’d knocked up with twins—he enjoyed plowing them from behind and watching their huge tits and big bellies sway beneath them in the full-length mirrors that lined the bedroom walls.
This morning, though, Bart decided to let the twins sleep instead of fucking them awake as he often did. Instead, he got up and went to Lisa’s room, where the twenty-one-year-old was just finishing getting dressed in clothes Bart had picked out for her, as always.
To keep from getting bored with Lisa, Bart altered her body now and then. She’d once spent a couple of months being able only to waddle because Bart had given her ridiculously huge tits and hips. Then he’d done the opposite, changing her body back to what it was when she was eight. Boy, her pussy had been a tight fit then.
Right now, though, Lisa’s body was in more or less the same form Bart had given it when the girl was a teenager: buoyant tits with prominent nipples, and a sweetly curvaceous ass.
Today, Lisa was wearing something brand new: a red dress much like the ones she had worn as a child, but much, much tighter around her curvy body. Bart had chosen the dress himself, mainly for its tiny size, and he had to admit that even after thirteen years of seeing Lisa’s body in all manner of sexy outfits—as well as in the nude—seeing her in this tight dress turned him on.
“Bart, this dress is too small for me,” Lisa whined. “I can barely move in it.”
“Nah, Leese,” Bart said, looking appreciatively at the way Lisa’s prominent nipples showed through the taut red fabric, then glancing down at the hem, which came only to the tops of his sister’s thighs. “It’s just right. In fact, this is gonna be your regular outfit from now on. Why shouldn’t everybody know what a hot piece of ass my sister is?”
It was a ridiculous reason, of course; everyone in town knew what Lisa’s body looked like. Hell, most of them had seen her fully nude at one time or another, like on the occasions when Bart assfucked her on a blanket in the front yard, waving to passersby as he plowed her aching asshole and churned her depths with his fifteen-inch member.
“Bart, please don’t make me-”
“Unless you’d rather be wearing maternity clothes,” Bart interrupted. “That’d be a good look for you, too. It sure works for the twins.”
He heard Lisa gasp just a little. Bart found it hilarious that he could still scare her with the threat of pregnancy. Although he supposed that to her, it didn’t seem like an empty threat, given how many women and girls Bart had knocked up over the years—including his mom, whom he’d impregnated three times now, and Patty and Selma, who had a whole household full of daughters Bart had sired on them.
Bart only fathered girls. It was his idea of planning for the future.
Lisa looked horrified. “No, please,” she begged. “I’ll wear it. I’ll wear it every day.”
“Well, not every day,” Bart replied. “I’ve got some other new outfits in mind for you, too.”
He looked her over again and said, “But definitely wear it today.” Then he tweaked one of her nipples through the fabric as he added, “It brings out your best features. Oh, and don’t you have something to say to me?”
She restrained herself from sighing and tried to sound sincere as she said, for what might have been the ten-thousandth time, “Thank you for my beautiful body, Bart.”
Bart was contemplating whether to just throw Lisa onto her bed and fuck her when Maggie appeared in the hallway. The fourteen-year-old also had a new outfit chosen by Bart: a black mesh top with nothing underneath so that her perky teenage tits were visible to anyone who looked closely, a matching black micro-miniskirt, and fishnet stockings. The only color in her ensemble came from a gold chain around her neck, from which hung an eight-inch yellow-rubber dildo whose base resembled that of a pacifier. Bart liked everyone to know that Maggie was an oral slut and had been from day one.
“Maggie,” Bart said, “any complaints about your outfit?”
Maggie shook her head rapidly.
“That’s my girl. You always know when to keep your mouth shut.” He chuckled and added, “And when to open it wide. So today, you get to stay home and watch suck videos while your ungrateful sister-” he gave Lisa’s ass a squeeze “-makes a little visit to Cletus’ farm.”
Maggie looked at him wide-eyed, then stared with pity at her big sister. Years ago, when Bart had awakened Maggie in the middle of the night for a throat-fuck and the sleepy girl had whined about it, Bart had punished Maggie the next morning by driving her out to Cletus’ farm in the sticks and making her suck the cock of every sheep, goat, horse, and dog at the place, plus Cletus and his sons. By the time Bart brought Maggie home, her lips, tongue, and jaw were so tired that she couldn’t eat. Not that she’d needed to, as her stomach was full almost to bursting with the cum of five different species. Just for fun, Bart had made Cletus record a video of the event, which Bart had the whole family watch after dinner that night. And which, apparently, Lisa still remembered.
“Oh, no, Bart, please!” Lisa cried. “Please don’t!”
“Sorry, Leese, it has to be done,” Bart replied. “How is it that you were always the smart one, but you’ve never learned not to talk back to me?
“But don’t worry,” Bart continued. “I’m feeling generous today. I’ll let you take the car instead of having to let some trucker fuck you in the ass in exchange for a ride.”
Bart might have tagged along to watch, but he had business to attend to at the Springfield Mall. So he went down to the kitchen, where his mom was just finishing making him the egg sandwich he’d ordered for breakfast.
He snatched the sandwich up off the plate and, taking a bite, took a look at his mom’s body. He had spared her all the ravages of age—in fact, in Bart’s estimation, she was hotter than ever, despite having had her third child by Bart just a few months ago. Of the three daughters Bart had fucked into Marge, only ten-year-old Pussy lived here in the house; the second daughter, who was six, and the baby stayed in a house across the street, cared for by various women whom Bart had drafted for that purpose. Marge was permitted to visit the girls when time allowed. Time wouldn’t allow this morning, though.
“Hey, Mom,” Bart said, “I met some nice construction guys from down the street yesterday, and they were doing such a good job that I figured they deserved a reward. So get your clothes off; they should be here any minute, and I told ‘em they could have you for the next three hours. No holes barred, of course.”
Her eyes downcast, Marge replied, “Yes, Bart.”
“Can I watch, Daddy?”
Bart looked over to see Pussy standing in the kitchen doorway. During the past five years, the girl had grown from an absolutely adorable child into a sexy-as-hell preteen. Pussy had only just turned ten years old, but per Bart’s plan for her development, she was already two years into puberty. Now, the young girl had breasts that would have looked big on a grown woman and looked absurdly huge on the young girl. Her ass, too, was unusually wide and plush. But she still had that head of long, lustrous golden hair, and those lovely eyes.
Pussy generally didn’t wear much in the way of clothing when she was at home. Today, she had on only a filmy white negligee that concealed absolutely nothing: not her huge breasts, her large, pink nipples, her narrow waist and flat belly, or her little yellow cunt, which was topped by a narrow strip of blue hair that even a thong would conceal.
“Sure you can, baby,” Bart said, coming around behind his daughter and giving her big tits a feel as he spoke. “But those workers only get to fuck Mommy, not you. You know why?”
The girl smiled. “Because my Pussy-pussy belongs to you, Daddy.”
“That’s my girl,” Bart replied. “Daddy has to go to work now. But I’ll fuck your sweet little Pussy-pussy tonight, okay?”
“Okay,” the girl replied cheerfully.
***
Even though the mall was a couple of miles away, today Bart decided to walk, rather than taking his motorcycle. He in fact had two: a modern Ducati that was rideable, and a vintage Harley that he was restoring. He’d decided to do this the old-fashioned way, just for the hell of it, so it was taking a while to locate all the parts he needed.
In any case, it was a nice day, and Bart was in no hurry. Besides, he already knew what he would find on his way to the mall, and he was looking forward to it. And his anticipation would be short, because it was right next door.
“Hello, girls,” Bart said, approaching two young sisters as they played with their dolls.
They were in the front yard of what had once been the Flanders house. Ned was still dead, of course, and Rod and Todd were simply gone, Bart having grown tired of them years ago and transported them to the center of the Sun. Now, Maud was a single mother who went by her maiden name and whom Bart had knocked up with the two adorable girls now in front of him. Not that he really thought of them as his kids, any more than he did the hundreds of others he’d planted in so many girls and women over the years. They were more like his creations—something to be proud of but not responsible for. Both girls were brunette like their mother, and pretty fucking cute if Bart did say so himself.
“Hi, Mister Bart,” the older girl said.
She looked younger than her eight years; only her outfit betrayed her age. Per Bart’s order, all females in Springfield age eight and older had to wear sexy clothes every day. (He had chosen eight as the minimum age because that was how old Lisa had been when he’d started fucking her.) Bart had made Sherri and Terri help him put together the list of allowed clothing: crop tops, tube tops, miniskirts, short-shorts, and so forth.
This girl, whose name was Sandy, was wearing a baby-blue minidress. Because the girl was sitting on the grass, her hot-pink panties were on full display.
The younger girl was Tina, age six. She wore an adorable little yellow sundress and had a matching yellow bow in her hair. Per Bart’s rules, girls under eight had to be dressed as cute as possible.
“Hi,” Tina said.
“Tell me your full names,” Bart instructed.
The older girl looked up at him and said, “Assandra.”
“Fucktina,” her little sister said. Bart had chosen both girls’ names.
“Good girls. Assandra, show me your ass.”
Obediently, the girl turned around and got on all fours. These days, even the youngest of Springfield’s children knew that you always did what Bart Simpson told you to do.
Sandy’s hot-pink panties, Bart was pleased to see, had a “keyhole” that exposed the child’s little asshole. He would be taking advantage of that, for sure.
“Fucktina,” Bart said, “show me your pussy.”
The smaller girl lay down on her back, then pulled up the skirt of her pink dress and pushed down her pink, unicorn-themed panties, showing Bart her bald slit.
“I want to see it better than that,” Bart said. “Take your panties all the way off and spread your legs as wide as you can.”
It occurred to Bart that he should institute some kind of education program for young girls to teach them how to show off their bodies properly. He’d make Edna Krabappel teach it; she was the perfect role model for future sluts.
Tina did as she was told, showing Bart her puffy yellow pussy between her spread legs.
“That’s better,” Bart said. “Now, both of you, stay just like that.”
He got behind Sandy and smiled at her cute, sparsely freckled ass as he took out his cock. His smile grew wider as he placed the head against the little girl’s asshole where the keyhole in her panties exposed it. His huge cock was already lubing itself up for penetration.
“Time to ride,” he said.
He pushed, slowly but powerfully, forcing inch after inch of his thick shaft into a hole that should never have been able to take it. But every girl Bart fathered was able to take his thick cock in her pussy and asshole by the time she was three.
He started pumping, relishing the tightness of the whimpering girl’s hole around his thick shaft.
“Yeah, take that cock up your ass,” Bart murmured as he watched his member slide in and out of the child’s wide-stretched hole. It was always a big turn-on to see his huge dong plunging deep into such a tiny ass. “What were you born for, Assandra?”
“To take Bart Simpson’s cock,” the girl whimpered.
This was one of several “daily affirmations” that all preteen girls in Springfield recited each and every morning before Bart’s image on the television. Bart decided to lead her through some more of them.
“In which hole?” he asked.
“In every hole.”
“What are you now?”
“Bart Simpson’s fucktoy.”
“What do you want to be?”
“Bart Simpson’s breeding bitch.”
“Atta girl,” Bart said.
He started pumping her harder. It pleased him that he was producing an entire generation of girls who thought it was completely normal to be Bart’s de facto sex slaves. They never complained about having to take off their clothes and spread their legs whenever he told them to, because no one had ever suggested to them—let alone shown them—that there was any other way to react to Bart’s commands.
No future nuns in this town, Bart thought. He made a mental note to fuck a nun one of these days. After all, Bart was basically God, so he had every right to fuck God’s wives.
That thought had him pumping Sandy’s ass fast and hard. The small girl’s body bucked wildly forward and back with the power of Bart’s thrusts, which she was enduring with loud, rhythmic whimpering.
“Assandra,” he grunted. “I…gave you…the right…name…” Then, his heavy balls slapping loudly against the girl’s hairless pussy, he growled, “Now here…comes…my…LOAD!”
It was his first cumshot of the day, so it was a lot. His inhuman balls, each one as big as a softball, had produced an enormous quantity of sperm overnight, and now Asstina’s body filled and filled with it until her stomach bulged obscenely, hanging down far enough to touch the grass. It felt so good to shoot all that seed into this very young girl’s ass that Bart didn’t pull out until he’d pumped the very last drop of it into the depths of Assandra’s bowels, turning the child into a bloated cushion of flesh.
“Now,” Bart panted, still balls-deep in the little girl’s ass, “in a sec, I’m gonna pull out. And when I do, I want you to keep all my cum inside you for at least a minute. Don’t let any of it leak out of your ass until I tell you. Understand?”
Her voice weak and cracking with discomfort, the girl managed, “Y- Yes…Mister…Bart…”
“Good girl,” Bart replied. “I’m gonna pull out now. Squeeze your asshole shut good and hard.”
The girl made a long, high-pitched grunt of effort as she squeezed her asshole as hard as she could around Bart’s shaft. For Bart, this made pulling out of her feel all the better. Which was half the point.
When he was most of the way out, he slowed down, giving Sandra a chance to squeeze hard with her asshole as the head of his cock emerged from it. A little cum came out, but Assandra did an admirable job clenching her over-stretched sphincter and keeping almost all of Bart’s huge load inside her.
“Attagirl,” Bart said. “Now hold it until I say you can stop.”
Bart moved out from behind the girl and looked at her from the side. Her small body was so full of his cum that she looked like a human water balloon. She was whimpering with discomfort, which was music to Bart’s ears.
“Not yet,” Bart said, looking at the child’s squeezed-shut eyes and gritted teeth. “Not yet…”
He reached down and ran his hand along the side of her bloated tummy. God, it was beautiful. Maybe one of these days, he’d give Sandra the gift of early fertility and then knock her up with triplets so she could look this way all the time.
“Good girl, Assandra,” Bart said. “You can let go now.”
“Aaaaaaahh!” the girl cried as Bart’s load burst from her ass like water from a fully open fire hydrant. There was so much that it soaked the grass behind her and formed a pool that had to be a yard wide. Even when the gusher stopped, the girl remained on all fours, panting and whining with relief.
Bart now turned to the other girl. As instructed, she was still lying on her back in the grass with her legs spread wide.
“All right, Fucktina,” Bart said, climbing on top of her. “You’re up.”
Watching Assandra’s cum-holding performance had made his cock hard again, so he put the thick head at the opening of Fucktina’s bald pussy. Like Assandra’s little rear hole, Fucktina’s cunthole didn’t look anywhere big enough to take Bart’s girth. But as Bart pushed and the small girl whimpered, the entrance to her love channel opened, and opened, and opened, until Bart’s cock began to sink into her.
“There we go,” Bart said, pushing in inch by inch by inch. “Just keep taking it…good girl…”
The girl whimpered and whined, especially after Bart’s cock got more than halfway in. There was a good reason for her discomfort; because Bart wanted his daughters to be able to take every inch of his length, he had made each of them fully penetrable, such that his cock could push through her cervix and enter her womb.
“Ah!” the girl cried as Bart forced open her deepest entrance. “Ahhh! AHHHH!”
“Relax, kid, this is what you’re for,” Bart murmured.
He got balls-deep inside the little girl, then started pumping her slowly. His glans went back and forth through her exquisitely tight cervix as his cockshaft did the same through her pussyhole, which was delightful.
“Do you like that?” he said as the girl made tiny noises with each of his thrusts. “Do you like getting womb-fucked? The place where you feel my cock right now is the place where I’m going to make a baby in you one day.”
“Y- Yes, M- Mister B- B- B- Bart,” the girl whimpered.
Having taken the edge off by blowing a big load into Sandy’s bowels, Bart was able to take his time with Tina. He slow-fucked her for nearly half an hour, enjoying the dual sensation of her fully dilated pussy-hole and her cervix massaging his cock inside her small body. All the while, Tina faintly whimpered and whined, but she never tried to get away or even ask him to stop. Every girl in town knew that her whole body belonged to Bart, even her deepest insides where nothing was meant to penetrate.
“I’m gonna fuck you like this all time from now on,” he breathed in the child’s ear. “Nice and deep, so you remember who your pussy and your womb belong to.”
Eventually, Bart started thrusting faster. Tina’s little whimpers turned into rhythmic squeaks as Bart’s cockhead battered the back wall of her womb again and again.
“Yeah,” he panted. “That’s my little breeder…One of these days…I’ll knock you up…so hard…”
He grabbed Tina’s legs and pushed them open as wide as they could go. Then he pounded her pussy, cervix, and womb hard and fast until he erupted with another huge load, pumping more than a gallon of hot cum directly into the little girl’s uterus. Like her sister’s, Tina’s stomach swelled and swelled, making the small girl look hugely pregnant by the time Bart finally finished pumping his seed into her.
“Now,” he said after he got his breath back, “same deal as your sister: When I pull out, you have to hold my cumload inside you until I tell you, got it?”
“Yes…Mister…Bart…” the girl managed.
He pulled out slowly, watching Fucktina’s face. Her eyes weren’t shut tight like Assandra’s had been; on the contrary, Tina’s eyes were wide open, staring both at him and past him. Bart paused, his cum-glistening cock only halfway out of Tina’s over-stretched pussy.
“I know that look on your face,” he said. “It’s the way a girl looks when she’s just been penetrated deeper than she ever knew was possible. When she doesn’t have any idea if there’s any part of her that’s still her own.”
He put his hand on her distended stomach and continued, “Lemme answer that question for you: There isn’t. You and your whole body belong to me. Your cunt is mine, your womb is mine, your soul is mine, forever.”
Slowly, he pushed his cock back in, again penetrating Tina’s womb, which stretched wider again to accommodate the volume of both Bart’s cock and the cumload he’d shot inside her. Then he put both hands on Tina’s face and made her look him in the eye.
“Understand?” he said.
Silently, the girl nodded.
This time, Bart pulled all the way out. As soon as his cockhead pulled free of her simple, wetly clinging pussy-lips, the girl closed her legs tight. She whimpered and grunted as she struggled to hold Bart’s load inside her.
“Attagirl,” Bart said, standing up and pulling up his shorts. He had cleaned himself up with a mere thought. “You look pretty fuckin’ sexy with your belly all swelled up like that. Kind of makes me want to start you ovulating right now so you’ll get pregged right this minute. Wanna be the first six-year-old in Springfield to get knocked up?”
“If…If that’s…what you want…Mister Bart,” the little girl gasped.
Bart smiled as he replied, “That’s exactly the right answer.” Then he stepped to one side and said, “All right, you can let go now. I’ll preg you another day.”
The girl released her thighs’ death grip, and she cried out in both pain and relief as Bart’s load gushed from her pussy out onto the grass.
“Now, girls,” Bart said to them both, “what do we say after I fuck you?”
A bit weakly but in perfect unison, the half-naked, cum-stained girls replied, “Thank you, Mister Bart.”
Bart chuckled and walked away.
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