Chapter 1

Some of yawl may have been followin' the goings on over in Fertile Valley. I hope so. M' good buddy, Jimmy Davis, has been tryin' to keep yawl up to date about all those BIG bellies bein' made over there. But that's not the only place where strange things are happenin'. I was talkin' to Jimmy the other day, and even he had not heard about Cutters Creek, 'bout five miles up the mountain from Fertile Valley. So I thought *I*'d better tell yawl about that.

"I say that we've got to do something. The ignorant savages and their unchecked breeding is costing the state millions," Cindy had just exclaimed. "If we don't, soon we'll be as bad off as the folks up in Fertile Valley."

"You don't know what you're talking about, you silly twit," Alexi replied.

The friction that was developing between Cindy and Alexi did neither of them any good. Why couldn't the two women see that it was circumstances, not the other's fault. They had a problem and needed to work together. Both women had been under a lot of strain recently.

Cindy Morrow had just taken over as the new head of the welfare department when she started to see happen here in Cutter's Creek what she had heard about over in Fertile valley. A population explosion! Not just young wives -- thought Cindy guessed there wasn't a married woman under forty that wasn't expecting -- but teenage girls, most of the few single professional women in town, and many older women, soon over sixty were starting to show big bellies.

Alexi Carpenter had been sent to Cutters Creek by the state Health Department to set up a clinic on an emergency basis. She could not understand what was happening. It wasn't just the sudden change in the little community's demographics -- that girls who were "way" too young and matrons who were "way" too old were having babies for the first time or for the first time in many years. The change in the women themselves was equally amazing. Alexi remembered a typical case of not long ago. A young woman had come to her with her daughter, begging for contraceptives, "the strongest you've got," to protect her from an unwanted pregnancy. Nevertheless, a few weeks later when both mother and daughters appeared at Alexi's clinic, their bellies already starting to show, they were blissfully happy with the babies. Well, she had thought it strange then.

"I don't dispute your arithmetic, Ms Wilson," Alexi said, her voice dripping with irony. "You hand out the welfare checks. They may be breeding like minxes, but ignorant they are not. They were smart enough to get to me, or hadn't you noticed," she smirked casting her eyes down at the noticeable little bulge in her own belly. "You'll mind your own business, if you know what's good for you or you'll wind up looking like this," she warned.

"Oh!" said Cindy somewhat embarrassed by Alexi's open mention of sex. For a social worker, Cindy was surprisingly uptight. "I thought that you and your fiance just, er, got a little head start on the wedding plans during your last visit back to the city."

"In his dreams! Ralph has been wanting to get me knocked up for two years so I'd marry him, but I was 'too smart, '" she laughed ironically at herself. "I was a career girl. No man was going to get me pregnant and turn me into his little housewife! No, the visit was to inform my EX-fianc' of my 'condition.'"

"You don't mean it? The bastard dumped you just because of that? I'm so sorry," Cindy commiserated.

"Hell no!" Alexi scoffed. "Oh, Ralph was a little upset at first that someone else beat him to the punch, but I knew once I got him on his back and his prick stuffed up in my hot little box, I could reconcile him to my little eight pound mistake. But after that first night, I realized I could never marry him. I fucked him as hard as I could, but nothing happened. I had forgotten what an inadequate prick he has, barely seven inches. And he could only come for me three times, four if you count the farewell ride the next morning. After what I had gotten used to here, I knew it would be unfair to both of us to go on. He begged and cried, but I told him it was better this way. Otherwise he would end up like those men on the Dark Wanderer site, constantly watching his horny wife get fucked and bearing children of better endowed men."

"'After what you were used to?' I don't understand." Cindy asked, puzzled. "You mean some man here in Cutter's Creek made you pregnant?"

"Did I say it was a man?" Alexi laughed. "Oh well, I guess you should know just what happened to me - to know what you're up against."

"I had only been in town a few months when Zeb showed up in my clinic on Friday afternoon when my Rosa had already gone home to nurse her triplets."

"Zeb? Zebulin Deeks?" exclaimed Cindy. "Why we suspect him of being responsible for knocking up six of the girls in Cutter Creek Jr. High and one of the teachers!"

"Probably true," Alexi nodded. "In fact that was the 'problem he ostensibly came to discuss with me. I know now that it was all set up, but at the time I didn't think anything of it. Don't interrupt, and let me tell you how it happened."

"Just what kind of a problem do you mean?" I asked.

"I don't know what's wrong with me, Miz Carpenter. It seems like every time I'm around some purdy girl, I gits her preggers. Sometimes it's just one, but usually I puts two or three young'ens in her."

"Well, that's what having unprotected sex will go to a girl." I laughed. "But 'every time?' That is rather unusual. Women can only get pregnant on a few days during each month."

"I know that Miz Carpenter. It's like I can tell when they's ready, you know, smell it or somthin'. I just. my gosh. Miz Carpenter, you's got that smell."

I could have been offended, but I knew he wasn't talking about body odor. Apparently the boy could detect the subtle pheromones that women emit when they are fertile. I guess I should have been worried that he had 'sniffed me out.' For amazingly, he was right; I probably *was* ovulating that day. Since I moved to Cutters Creek I had noticed that my contraceptive pills did not seem to be working. I took them on the 28 day cycle as I had been taught, but after the first month here, my periods started to come and go on their own quick-time schedule. I was about two weeks into this one. I am enough of a nurse to recognize the change in pussy mucus that signals "egg-on-the-way." That morning I had noticed I was stickier than usual and, looking at this overgrown boy grinning in front of me, I realized I was hornier than usual, as well.

"And what happens when you detect a woman in this state," I asked, trying to maintain my professional air.

"Well." he grinned. Gosh, his bashfulness was making me want to give him a big hug!

"I starts thinkin' about how purdy they'd look with a big belly sticking out of their tight pants. You'd shor be purdy that way, Miz Carpenter."

"Well, I do want to have children, someday, Zeb, but back to your 'problem, '" I said, trying to ignore the wetness I felt growing between my legs. "What happens next?"

"Somethin' I cain't help, Miz Carpenter - my old thang starts getting big and hard."

I gasped as my gaze fell into his lap. Clearly evident between his legs under his loose shorts was the biggest bulge I had ever seen. I like men with big cocks and my boyfriends have never been pikers, but this was a phenomenon. I was transfixed.

"Gosh, Miz Carpenter, you're lookin' at it the same as Amy Lou Stricklin did when I pregged her. Her eyes was as big as yours. And she started pantin' when she see'd my thang git big."

"'Do. do you. do anything when this happens?" I forced my self to ask, trying to gain control over my breathing.

"Not really, I just tells'er how purdy her titties are, all hard and round and how cute her nipples are poking out through her blouse. Cuz when they sees my thang, their titties get real hard, just like yours are, Miz Carpenter. When I sees a big purdy set 'o titties round and hard, I jus wants to reach out an' give 'em a tweak."

What I feared and what I wanted. Putting work to his words, he stood up and came over up to me. For a minute he just looked down at my boobs that seemed to be getting bigger and harder by the second. Then he reached down and unbuttoned my blouse and popped my tits out of the bra. He did more than tweak; he began feeling me up like a pro. "You like this, don't you Miz Carpenter. All the girls do."