Knocked Up at the Fair

by Fiona Thompson

  Copyright 2014, Fiona Thompson. All right’s reserved.

  Knocked up at the Fair

  Abby has just graduated from high school at the ripe old age of eighteen. She plans on celebrating with her friends at the fair, but things don’t go as expected.

  She meets an older man. Sexy. Dangerous. A carney and when he corners her behind the old candy apple station, he gives Abby the wildest of nights.

  But it doesn’t end there. Her body expands. She’s pregnant and it’s moving fast. Unable to find her friends, Abby teeters on the brink of birth with only the carney as her guide.

  Now she’s his prisoner and every night he puts her on display. To keep making money, he gives her injections to keep contractions at bay. Abby soon will be the most pregnant woman her town has ever seen. And the most horny. Will anyone come to her rescue? And does she even want one?

  Abby isn’t sure. And time for you to find out.

  Getting Ready

  “I’m ready, wide open world! Here I come!” I flashed a smile in the mirror and twirled to get a good view of my outfit. White pleaded skirt, white tube top, and a blue carnigan sweater completed my outfit. My soft blond curls rolled across my shoulders.

  My smile was cute, innocent, and yes my friends called me naïve. But now high school was ending, I was eighteen, and soon I would be in college. Finally I was ready to meet a boy. Maybe go on a date, like the ones I read about in books.

  Tonight was my first night. Tonight was the night that Abby Collins was goin to live! I was ready, able and excited, but first I needed shoes. I slipped on a pair of tennis sneakers and then skipped down the stairs where I had to pass inspection from my dad.

  He kissed my cheek and ruffled my hair. “You’ve earned this, kid. Have a great time at the fair. Be home by eleven, okay?”

  The latest I had ever stayed out was ten. I couldn’t hide her dimples. “Okay, Dad. I promise.” I gave him a quick hug and then a horn honked outside. “Bye, I have to go!”

  I grabbed her purse and charged out of the house. Outside was Dan’s blue pickup truck and my best friend Danielle was in the back. She grabbed my hand and helped me up.

  “Woo Hoo!” Danielle went and banged on the back so Dan knew it was safe to speed away. “Time to let your hair down, Abby.” She offered me a can of beer from the cooler.

  I shook my hands no. “It is down.”

  Danielle rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean. You want Dan to make his move, don’t you?”

  I did. I so did, but my chest was full of butterflies. “You better give me that beer.”

  She giggled and popped the top before handing it to me. “Time for Abby to be reborn.”

  Wasn’t that the truth?

  ****

  By the time we arrived at the fair, it was dusk outside. The dirt parking lot was full of cars. I saw kids making out, drinking, and doing things I had never even seen before. Off in the distance the ferris wheel twinkled and the music coming from the big top excited me.

  “Need a hand?” Dan, oh sweet Dan, asked me. He had warm eyes, a delicate soft way of speaking. And his hand was out stretched to me. All I had to do was touch it.

  So I did and a spark of warmth flew through me as he helped me down. His other hand glided my hips right off the truck. Laughter lodged in my throat and I thought this was the moment I have been waiting for.

  When Clive “Trucker” interrupted and cut between us, an arm swung around each of our shoulders. “You kids ready to party or what?”

  Nervously I laughed. “Party, I guess.”

  “That’s what I thought.” Clive kissed my cheek. Gross. “See you in a few, Study Head. I need a few minutes with Dan here.”

  “Wait a second--.” I said aghast, but he pushed me out of the way and then I lost them in the crowd. I jumped up on tip toe. “Dan!”

  But already they were gone. I couldn’t find Danielle either. What the heck?

  I walked through the fair and pulled out my phone. I sent an emergency text message to Danielle.

  Where are you?

  The reply came back almost instantly. By the ferris wheel.

  I guess I would head there. I started my way, ducking past the crowds when I walked past a game. I didn't mean to but there I was stopped staring at a row of teddy bears.

  “Step right up!” bellowed the carney. “Want a chance at one of these cute stuffed bears, honey? I’ll even give you a free throw.”

  I glanced over my shoulder. I guess he was talking to me. I stepped up. “What do I have to do?”

  His eyes were the bluest I had ever seen and under his baseball cap he had a head of messy blond hair. “Just hit those bottles over there and it’s yours.”

  “That doesn’t seem too hard.” I couldn’t help a smirk.

  The carney offered me a baseball. “One throw and you can have any teddy bear you want. I promise.”

  I bit my lip, wound up and missed by a land slide. Talk about embarrassing.

  “Sorry, kid.” He winked at me and pulled a small brown bear down. “Consulation prize for you.”

  “Oh, you don’t need to do that…” I said.

  “I insist. For your grace and charm. Beauty isn’t the only gift you have, but your kindness I don’t deserve.”

  I took the bear and he bowed from the waist.

  “Thank you.” I said and meant it. “I’ll see you around.”

  That you will, my lady. That you will.”

  Getting Lost

  I’ve circled the Fair at least twice and passed the Ferris wheel a third time. It’s like I’m trapped in a maze and I can’t find my friends anywhere. Leaning up against the guest service booth, I text them an SOS and wait for a reply.

  And wait.

  Wait.

  Nothing.

  Some friends I have. I’m bitter, but I know they are good friends. Maybe my cell service is acting wonky? I don’t have the faintest idea, but one thing I know is, I’m alone and starving. In my purse I pull a five dollar bill and head over to one of the dozens of concession stands. Cheerful music plays and it’s covered in a pink canopy.

  “Hot dog, please.” I order and strum my fingers across the counter. When I get it, I devour it. It’s everything you could want in a hotdog. Hot, moist, juicy, in a tender roll. I follow it up with a coke. I belch into my hand and hope nobody sees me.

  “Excuse you.”

  I turn, startled and see a carney behind me. It looks familiar. “You’re the one who gave me the teddy bear even though I lost.”

  He throws his hands up in the air. “Guilty as charged. Listen, your friends are looking for you. They described you to a T. I told them I knew where you are. If you want, I can take you to them.”

  My eyes widen. “Yes, please! Oh God, I’d be so grateful if you would!”

  “This way.” He smiles and I follow him. He goes slow and drops down to my pace so we can walk side by side. “You’re not the type of girl I usually get to meet.”

  “What do you mean?” I ask.

  He shrugs and his cheeks blush. “You’re kind. Sweet.” He leads me into a tent. “Naïve too.”

  I head inside. It’s dark and it looks like it’s used for storage or something. Why would my friends want to meet here? “Well, maybe you just haven’t met the right girl.”

  “Maybe I have now.” He says and the sound of a leather strap snapping causes my heart to flutter. I spin around see he’s closed the flaps to the tent and in his hand, a strong leather belt.

  “I better go. Thanks for trying to help me.” I try to bristle past but he side steps and his stocky frame blocks me at both passes. “Please, I don’t want any trouble.”

  “I don’t want trouble, sweetheart. I just want you.” He
uncoils the belt and snaps it toward me like a whip. I recoil backwards in horror and the tip slashes at my cheek, leaving a trail of blood.

  I’m aghast and my cheek radiates with pain. I cover it and fall backwards onto the dirt floor. He advances fast toward me and pushes me down when I try to sit up. His rough teeth gnash at my neck sending searing hot pain shooting down my flesh.

  “Wait a second…”I say breathlessly.

  His thick, tattoo covered forearms, push my knees open and he rips my panties off. He holds them to his nose and sniffs. “You are prime. Prime virgin. Oh baby, this is going to be good. I promise you the best ride of your life, sweetheart.”

  My eyes fill with tears and I thrash backwards. My heels dig into the dirt, scooting me backwards, but he grabs my legs and yanks me back. He pushes my legs wide open with both his hands and before I can say no, before I can scream I don’t want this, he pushes his way inside me.

  His cock is big, strong. Wide and throbbing in me. I’m a virgin. I’ve never had this happen, but the shooting pain isn’t what I expect it would be. My head rolls back and tears fill my eyes. I claw at the dirt. I just want to get through it. I just want to survive.

  The carnie is in love. “Ohhh.” He moans, resting his hands on my knees, they roll outward forward and he pushes himself up on them, throttling deeper inside me. He goes faster. “Baby, you are so tight. So perfect. I think I’m in love with your pussy.”

  I bit my lip as he probes me deeper. His cock rubs against me. He grabs my feet and pushes them in the air. I don’t know what he’s doing. But I’m instantly afraid of what it means.

  And then it hits me. The absolute pleasure.

  I try to ignore it. I don’t want to enjoy it. But my eyes close and a moan escapes my lips.

  “That’s it baby. Hold them higher, wait til I strike your clit. Oh darling…” his drunking sailor mouth kisses my neck. His hands caress my firm little tits. And finally I can move again. My hands run through his hair and grip him until his hot lips search for mine.

  We’re kissing and grinding against each other. The heat is building in my pussy. I’ve never felt anything so intense, so incredible before. The pleasure makes me want to cry out in pain—and in pleasure.

  My toes point and my legs straighten in the air as far as I can hold them. My body begin to quiver just as his breath quickens.

  “We’re coming to cum together.” He moans. “This is perfect baby. So perfect.” His moan turns to a grunt and I too am so turned on as my quiver turns to a shudder. We grip each other and then it happens.

  He let’s go, his sperm juices flowing deep inside me and I’m growling with pleasure, gripping him like he’s a lifeline to the world.

  Slowing down, but he doesn’t stop completely. He keeps going, building up again to a feverish pitch. My lips search for his. His hands grip my ass push me closer to him so it’s like my pussy is swallowing him up alive.

  But something in me is growing, changing. My stomach hurts like I ate some bad clams. I am bloated. Something in me is groaning.

  “Something’s wrong.” I groan and I push on him, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps going and uses me like I’m his bitch. Not until he cums again does he pull out. His balls smacking me in the ass.

  Finally I’m laying there panting on the ground, unable to move, but my chest is rising and falling with shallow breaths. My forehead is caked in sweat and I feel like I’m about to pass out. Something in my belly clenches and I think I’m about to vomit.

  The carnie laughs and his hands are all over my abdomen. “Already knocked up. Damn, if I don’t know how to pick them! Let’s watch these little small tities grow. Ripe and raw, baby girl.”

  My eyes widen. “What?” I can’t possibly have heard him right. My hands fly to my stomach. It’s not what I expect to feel. Instead of a flat stomach, it’s rounding up. “What did you do to me?” I grit my teeth and hiss at him.

  He smiles, crocked and full of mischief. There’s something evil in the way he looks at me.

  But then the pain starts and I can’t focus on him. The burning is in my abdomen, at least that’s where it starts. Then it is everywhere at once. In my joints, in my hips. My breasts are surging with flame and I can feel my bra strap in the back straining. The buttons on my cute little sweater pop as my breasts swell and expand, going through months of pregnancy in a few seconds. My head is spinning and I teeter on the brink of unconsciousness. My heels dig into the dirt and I contourt in pain on the floor.

  Now it’s not just the fabric of the sweater that’s pulling, but the skin in my abdomen. I don’t want to touch it, but I do without thinking and I feel how round, smooth, and large my belly is. Deep inside me something moves. It kicks. And I can feel it’s toes jetting out from my skin. Side to side. My head rears back and I scream.

  So exhausted, when his hands are all over my baby belly, I can’t even move. I can’t call for help. I lay there, my body spassing from the pain.

  “Damn girl,” he says. “You look about ready to pop already. Never seen it work this fast before.” He closes his eyes and groans with pleasure as his hands rub over my super extended belly button.

  “What did you do to me?”

  He shrugs. “Little magic. Little enchanted hot dog and teddy bear. I had no idea it’d work this fast. Means we need to get moving, but first I need something from you.”

  “I’m going to call the police.” I struggle to sit up and he just pushes me back down. I whimper in pain, but with how big I’ve gotten and how fast, I can barely move. I’m all belly and I have no strength left.

  He doesn’t say anything as he pushes my sweater away. My breasts are so engorged, they’ve pushed free of their bra. He puts his lips against my nipples and blows. The extacy causes me to moan. When he begins suckling against me like a new born calf, I’m repulsed. I don’t want to be anywhere near him.

  I try to push him away. He gulps mouthfuls of my milk while his hands work over my belly like it’s magic. Like it’s giving him power. I groan as my hips begin to pop. I think whatever is going on, it’ll be over soon. I’ll be a mother of….something. But from how the kicks hurt, I think there’s more than one. I think they’re huge.

  And the suckling is making me so horny now, I don’t know what to do with myself. My heads rolls to the side and my hands stroke his jaw. I trace down his shoulder, to his arm, until my hand finds his pelvis. I grip his hard penis in my hand and become so horrified with myself that I let go quickly.

  “I know what you want baby, and I can give it to you. You can’t help yourself. Side effect of the magic and rush of hormones.” There he was, this man that did this horrible thing to me, pushing my knees open wider so his cock could find my throbbing pussy, and I didn’t just let him, I welcomed him.

  I push my hands into his lower back so he can go even deeper. So I can moan louder with pleasure. I didn’t think I was ready for sex, but God was I ever. Who knew everything could feel this incredible.

  Until the first contraction hit and I doubled over in pain.

  “Damn!” Carney screams and rubs my shoulders. “We should have had a few days at least, girl.” He searches for something and when I glance up, he’s holding a big needle.

  “What are you doing?” I recoil away the best I can, which isn’t saying very much.

  He sticks it into my belly and I holler in pain. I grip it and worry for the first time about my babies.

  “You’ll be okay. Just stop the contractions for a few days. I gotta make my money some how girl.

  I groan and the feeling of intense cramps pass. I lay there with my head tossing back and forth. I’m about to pass into sleep and all I can feel are the strong kicks in my abdomen. And the sensation of my skin stretching.

  I’m a prisoner. A slave. My body isn’t mine anymore. So how can I just fall asleep?

  On Display

  I sleep. My days are like a haze as I am forced to endure this incredible pregnancy.

  He dresses me in a
silver sparkling bikini top and the bottoms are so bitty they are swallowed up by my massive pregnant belly. It’s so ripe and so gigantic now that it dwarfs me. It’s like a glowing ball and it keeps me on my back at all hours of the day.

  I don’t think he will ever let my pregnancy end. The sex is incredible at night and during the day, the Carney makes his money off of me. He keeps me locked in a cage. I can barely stretch my legs out.

  People, mostly men, parade in. They stare at me as I ridth back and forth in the cage. I can barely reach my hands over my giant belly, but my hips won’t stop moving. They hump the air. Anything. I’m just so horny. All the time. If I could roll over I would hump the bars cages.

  I’m nothing but the carney’s captive. A sex object and it’s all I can think about.

  “Step right up to the cage, folks! Step right up and see the most knocked up young thing you’ve ever seen! Knocked up with twins she’s the most pregnant girl you’ll ever see. Over due and about to burst. Don’t be afraid. Reach right in and touch that belly. She loves it!”

  Men surrounded the cage on all side and I wish I could deny the carney’s words, but it’s true. I do love it. I want their hands on me. As they extend their hands into the cage, I moan in anticipation. As their warms hands take turns caressing my giant baby belly, I shiver. I convulse and feel total bliss.

  I groan when the men do. They are so turned on by how my belly jets out and vibrates from the babies’ kicks, they can’t help themselves and neither can I. I grip the bars with my hands and enjoy the ride as a hand slips over my extended breasts. They’re filled with milk now. Like an over filled water balloon. I just wish there weren’t bars in the way so someone could relief the pressure.

  “Don’t be shy now.” The carney says. “She loves to get off in public, now. Don’t be shy.”

  My eyes flutter open and I maintain eye contact with one of the guys that comes to see me. He’s been here almost every day for the last week, since I was first put on display. His name is Joshua. He whispered it once to me and since then I can’t forget his super blue eyes or his sexy cocky smile.