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My Wish Is Your Command	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +S through Z > Simpsons Views: 60460 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
Disclaimer: I do not own The Simpsons or its characters. I made no money from writing this story.

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Chapter 11: King Bart the First
Bart considered himself the king of Springfield. He could probably be king of the entire world if he wanted to, but he saw little reward in that. Springfield had most of the things he needed or wanted, and everything else he could simply summon from elsewhere. If someday he got bored of Springfield, he could always try the ruling-the-world thing then. Having complete control over his own body made him effectively immortal, so he had all the time in the world to consider his options.
If Bart was the king, then Springfield Mall was where he held court. In fact, he’d had a sort of throne room built next to the food court, where he received visitors. Not because he considered it his job to run the town or resolve disputes or whatever, but because these days, there was one service that many Springfieldians needed but that only Bart could provide.
A few years ago, Bart had, with a snap of his fingers, sterilized every other male in town. Now, any woman who wanted to have a baby had to come to Bart and ask to be impregnated.
Bart generally would grant their wish, but exactly how he granted it depended on the attractiveness of the woman, and on Bart’s mood. If the woman was hot and Bart was horny, Bart would simply take her to his special room and pound her pussy for hours, shooting load after load into her womb until she couldn’t help but get pregnant. On the other hand, if the woman was less than attractive, then Bart would often change her to make her sexier. Sometimes, he would give her the body of a supermodel; other times, he would give the woman enormous breasts and a huge ass, then enjoy watching it all jiggle and sway as he fucked her over and over. Either way, the changes would be permanent.
And then there were cases like this one.
“Sorry, lady,” Bart said to the big-nosed late-thirty-something woman in front of him, “but you’re way too much of an uggo. I could fix you, but I’d still remember what you looked like before, and that’d be a boner-killer for sure.”
He closed his eyes for a moment—mainly for effect—then opened them and said, “But I see you’ve got a hot daughter. If you want a kid, I’m putting it in her. Otherwise, we’re done here.”
“But…” the woman replied slowly, “she’s only thirteen. Barely thirteen.”
“I’ve knocked up younger girls than that. Hell, I almost pregged a six-year-old on the way here. Now what’s it gonna be?”
Over the past few years, Bart had learned something very interesting: that if a woman really wanted a baby, she’d do just about anything to get one. He knew it would pain this woman greatly to sell out her daughter this way, but…
“All right,” the woman said, choking on the words.
“I’m sorry, what?” Bart said tauntingly.
“You- You can…impregnate my daughter.”
“Good choice.”
Bart snapped his fingers, and the girl appeared next to her mother. She had been sitting at a desk at school, so now she landed on her ass, yelping with surprise.
Her mother helped her up, and Bart looked her over. She was more cute than beautiful, with blonde hair in a pageboy cut, a rounded face, and a trio of freckles on each cheek. But, as Bart’s gaze traveled downward, he saw that the girl’s body was beginning to blossom, and that piqued his interest.
In accordance with Bart’s dress code for the women and girls of Springfield, Cindy was wearing a sexy sky-blue short-sleeved top. It covered her whole torso, but that was permissible because the girl was wearing no bra and because the top was tight-fitting enough for the girl’s small, perky breasts and nipples to be easily made out through the fabric. Her spandex shorts were similarly tight and were so high-cut that the lowest part of them was the bit that hugged her crotch.
“What’s her name?” Bart asked the mom. He could have read either of their minds to find out, but he didn’t feel like it.
“C- Cindy,” the woman stammered.
Bart turned to the girl. “Well, Cindy, I don’t know what you had planned for the next nine months, but now you’re gonna be carrying your own little sister.”
Standing up, he went on, “Now, come to the back room with me, and I’ll put her in you.”
“W- What?” Cindy blurted, her eyes huge and disbelieving.
“Just do what he says, sweetheart,” the mother said, clearly fighting back tears. “It’s just this one time.” Then those tears started to flow as she said, “I’m sorry, baby.”
Bart took Cindy’s arm and half-walked, half-dragged her through the doorway to the special room he’d had built adjacent to the throne room. Like Bart’s bedroom at home, this room featured walls covered with mirrors and, in the middle of the room, a king-size bed.
Once the door locked behind them, he turned around and took a good look at Cindy.
“You a virgin, Cindy?” Bart asked.
“Y- Yes.” Her voice was high and child-like, which Bart liked.
“Not for long. Now, get naked.”
“But- But I-”
“Your mom wants a baby, and the only way she’s getting one is me putting it in you. Are you gonna disappoint your mom? Take away her only chance of giving you a little sister?”
“But…” she said, looking pleadingly at him, “the baby won’t be my sister. She’ll be my, my daughter.”
“Don’t worry about the details, kid. I mean, I’ve got three daughters who are also my sisters, and a bunch of other daughters who are also my cousins. And you can bet I’m gonna knock all of them up too, someday, and I don’t even want to try to figure out all the ways their kids will be related to me. So just get in there and get your clothes off.”
Moving with dream-like slowness, the girl walked past Bart into the room. Bart decided to have a little fun with her before the main event.
“Hey,” Bart said, “I know you turned thirteen a few weeks ago. You should have learned your new affirmations by now. Why don’t you recite ‘em for me?”
There were different affirmations for teenage girls than for preteens, and there was a third set for women twenty to forty-five. There was no need for a fourth set; Bart had no use for old ladies, which was why Seymour Skinner lived alone these days.
“O- Okay,” the girl replied.
“Then let’s hear ‘em,” Bart said. “What were you born for?”
“To take Bart Simpson’s cock,” Cindy replied.
“In which hole?”
“In every hole.”
This was the easy part, as the first two affirmations were the same for everyone. But the succeeding lines were a bit different for teenage girls than for preteen ones.
“What are you now?”
“Bart Simpson’s fu- um, breeding bitch?”
“Are you asking me or telling me?”
“Uh, telling you.”
“What do you want to be?”
“I…I want to…to be…”
“Oh, Cindy, c’mon now. You’ve had weeks to learn this. It’s ‘I want to be the mother of Bart’s daughters.’”
“I’m sorry!” the girl burst out. “Please…Please don’t-”
“Don’t what? Don’t punish you for falling down on the job? I don’t ask much of you girls; all any of you has to do is learn your affirmations, wear the right clothes, and spread your legs when you’re told.
“But I’m feeling generous right now, so here’s what I’m gonna do: I’ll knock you up today, but you have to come back every day for the rest of the week and do whatever else I want. Got it?”
“Y- Yes,” the girl managed.
Bart smiled inwardly, both at the thought of the many ways in which he was going to use and abuse this fresh-faced girl and at making a liar out of Cindy’s mother, who had promised her daughter that she would only have to do this once.
“Good,” Bart said. “Just be sure you learn your affirmations by tomorrow; there’s gonna be a quiz.
“Now, let’s get you good and preggers. Take off your clothes. Do it nice and slow; put on a show for me.”
Bart snapped his fingers, and some strip-club-style music came on. Then all the lights went dim, and a spotlight shone down on Cindy as a brass pole telescoped down from the ceiling and planted itself in the floor next to her.
Thanks to Bart, exotic dance was now a standard part of girls’ gym classes at all of Springfield’s schools, from preschool onward. So Cindy actually knew how to slowly and sexily peel off her spandex shorts to reveal her tiny pink panties, which were trimmed with white lace. Bart’s dress code for girls and women had created an enormous market for lingerie in Springfield.
Holding the brass pole, Cindy bent over and wiggled her ass sexily at Bart. Then she spun around the pole a few times before putting her back against it and running her hands down her body, her fingertips grazing her nipples where they stood out beneath her tight blue top.
“You must get good grades in gym class,” Bart said.
Seemingly pleased that she had finally done something right in Bart’s eyes, Cindy slowly pulled off her top, revealing her bare breasts. Going braless was one of the options in Bart’s dress code for girls, and Cindy’s boobs, in Bart’s estimation, were too small to need a bra anyway.
Now, Cindy grasped the pole again and raised one leg up high against it, essentially doing a standing forward split against the brass.
“Not bad, Cindy, not bad at all,” Bart said. “Now, lose those panties; it’s time to fuck.”
Cindy looked nervous but dutifully slid her pink undies down and off as she gyrated her hips to the music. Her pussy was pink and had the faintest dusting of blonde hair above it.
“Ah, so the carpet matches the drapes,” Bart said. “Of course, I’m more interested in what’s under the carpet.”
Bart pulled off his shirt. Then, watching Cindy’s face, he unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop to the floor. He hadn’t bothered wearing underwear, so now Cindy gawked at his cock. Cindy’s striptease had made it only partly erect, but it nonetheless hung heavily between his thighs, along with his huge balls.
“That…” Cindy stammered, “I…I can’t…It won’t…”
“Don’t worry, Cindy,” Bart said. “Your sweet little pussy can take it. I’ve gotten this beast into much smaller girls than you—this morning, even. Now lie down on the bed and spread your legs.”
When Cindy didn’t immediately move, Bart added, “Cindy, how much do you want this to hurt?”
That galvanized her. She hurried over to the bed, lay down on it, and opened her legs wide.
“Lift your knees up in the air,” Bart advised. “That’ll make it easier for me to get in. Which’ll make it easier on you.”
Cindy did as she was told, raising her bent legs up off the bed. Bart smiled; he loved a good mating-press fuck, especially with a new, young, innocent girl.
He mounted Cindy, put her ankles up on his shoulders, and let his body weight settle on her, effectively pinning her to the bed. It was Bart’s semi-subtle way of letting her know that there would be no backing out now.
He eased his cock into her, making her whimper and whine with every inch he pushed into her oh-so-tight pussy, until he bottomed out. Then he looked into her eyes for a long moment, watching Cindy struggle with the discomfort of having to accommodate such a huge cock in her virgin cunt. Satisfied, he started pumping.
In his mind’s eye, Bart could see that Cindy had an egg ready and waiting to be penetrated by one soldier in his army of sperm. God, it felt good to fuck a girl who was so fertile, without Bart even having to wish her to be.
“I bet I’m gonna knock you up on the very first try,” Bart murmured in her ear as the bed creaked beneath them. “But if I don’t, well, your mom can bring you back here as many times as she wants.”
“Nnnnnngh…” the girl whined.
“You know she would, don’t you?” Bart went on, slowly pumping her love-channel as deep as it could take him. “She’d bring you here every day for a year if that was what it took to get the baby she wants. She’d let you spend whole days on your back, getting fucked and fucked and fucked, until you forgot that your life was ever about anything besides spreading your legs and taking my cock.”
He put his lips to her ear and, in a whisper, added, “Spoiler alert: That is all your life’s about.”
With that, he gave Cindy a deep shove, ramming his cockhead hard against the girl’s cervix and threatening to force it open. But unlike Sandy and Tina, Cindy hadn’t been born able to handle that, and she screamed with agony.
Perhaps by reflex, she grabbed a handful of Bart’s hair and pulled, making him shout with pain.
He stopped fucking her and pinned her to the bed by her shoulders. Then he looked her in the eye.
“Oh, Cindy,” he said slowly. “Why’d you have to go and do a thing like that?”
“I- I’m sorry,” the girl managed, her eyes wild with fear. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!”
“But you still did it,” Bart replied evenly. “Which means I’m going to have to fuck you in a safer way. Turn over.”
“What- What are you going to-”
“Turn. Over.”
The girl didn’t dare hesitate any longer. She flipped over onto her stomach and squeezed her eyes shut, fearful of what Bart might do next.
“You have a nice body, Cindy,” Bart said. “Yeah, you’ve got small tits, and not much of an ass, but I liked how young it made you look. So I was going to leave it like it was. But now, well…”
Bart reached beneath the girl and put his hands on her small tits. Then, as he had done with so many girls back in high school, he made her breasts grow…and grow…and grow. They enlarged to the size of grapefruits, then basketballs, then beach balls. But whereas he’d never gone any bigger than that with his female classmates, Bart wasn’t nearly finished with Cindy.
“Please,” the girl begged. “Please don’t-”
“Shut up, Cindy,” Bart spat as he grew Cindy’s breasts even larger. “Every word out of your mouth earns you another cup size.”
Now, Cindy’s tits were growing so big that they were pushing her chest up off the bed, and the girl had to get up on all fours to keep her lower back from bending painfully. Even with her arms straight, Cindy’s breasts pressed against the mattress, and still Bart kept them growing.
“Please…” Cindy sobbed.
“What did I just say?” Bart demanded. “No talking! Now we’ll have to go even bigger!”
He shoved Cindy forward so that her chest was off the bed, and her torso was yanked down sharply by the weight of her tits as they fell and hung off the edge. But they didn’t hang for long, because soon they reached the floor, each one more than a yard across and still growing.
Cindy was bawling now, even as her huge tits lifted her body upward, their mass raising Cindy up and off the bed so that she was lying entirely on top of her gigantic breasts. With her body weight atop them, they were each almost as big around as Cindy was tall.
Finally, Bart stopped. Then he stepped back to admire his handiwork.
“There we go,” he said. “Now you won’t be moving at all without my say-so.” His eyes narrowed a bit as he added, “Although, those huge tits do look a little ridiculous on your skinny little body. Let’s fix that.”
He reached forward and put both hands on Cindy’s ass, which began to grow like her breasts had. He didn’t make it anywhere near so gigantic, but still, by the time Bart was finished, Cindy’s ass was as wide as the average door frame.
“There we go,” he said. “Now, where were we?”
The hair-pull had made Bart lose some of his boner, but growing Cindy’s tits to gargantuan size had brought it back with a vengeance. So Bart stood up, grabbed hold of Cindy’s huge ass, plunged his cock into her helpless pussy, and fucked her punishingly hard, making her body wobble wildly on top of her gargantuan tits. His teeth gritted, he rammed his cockhead into her cervix again and again until he forced it open and now he was fucking Cindy’s womb and the girl was screaming in agony and her arms and torso were thrashing uselessly on top of her giant tits and then Bart came so hard that he filled the girl’s womb completely with his seed, stretching it painfully until he finally had mercy on Cindy and pulled out, letting cum gush from her abused cunt onto the backs of her legs and the undersides of her gigantic tits.
“Well, Cindy,” Bart said, cleaning himself up in an instant, “I might have shot a big load in you, but it looks like you’re not getting pregnant today after all. You’re gonna have to come back for more fucking—a lot more fucking.”
The girl wept, saying nothing.
“Don’t worry,” he went on. “Next time, I’ll shoot a bunch of loads in you instead of just one. It’ll take a few hours, but it’ll be fun. You’d better hope I knock you up soon, though, because until you’re preggers, I’m leaving your body just like this.”
The girl craned her neck around to look at him. Her face was all tear stains and running makeup.
“But- But I can’t- I can’t even-”
“Don’t worry,” Bart said. “I’ll have the mall people bring a forklift or something to get you to your mom’s car. Gosh, I hope she drives something with decent cargo space.
“Now, Cindy,” he continued, “I don’t want you to think that this has all been for nothing. Because you’ve helped me remember something important that I’ve been putting off for a long time. I think I’m finally gonna get around to it. Bye now.”
Bart vanished.
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