LifeSim: Breeding Expansion

by Fidget

Chapter 10

Part 2

Once she was safely inside her house Emma called in sick, well aware that there was no chance of her making it in to work that day, before going into her bedroom and flopping down on her bed to try to digest what had just happened.

She knew that she should spend her new free time putting together a plan to save Julia, but she was so frazzled and her body was still so turned on by the Voice's insidious wiles that she knew she wouldn't be able to think straight until she'd gotten some of the sexual tension out of her system.

So, she gave in and allowed herself to do what she really wanted to do, which was to fully indulge in her fantasies, just for a little bit. Her thoughts were immediately flooded with images of the Voice's thick, dripping cock, emanating a pungent scent that she could all-too-easily imagine driving her weak, impressionable body into an irresistible reproductive frenzy.

It wasn't long before Emma was flat on her back in her bed, cumming harder than she had ever thought possible to the mental image of the Voice filling her pussy up with his baby juice, and all the while she cried out in pleasure and despair like a wanton slut. She couldn't help it. She was becoming more and more infected, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Even worse, her best friend was already lost, brainwashed into becoming a breeding zombie for the Voice, and Emma knew deep down that it was only a matter of time before she joined her.

Julia had even been the one to deepen Emma's own infection by allowing the Voice to get his musk directly onto her body as he had fucked her! Under her friend's skirt her thighs and bare, easy-access pussy had to be practically slathered with the Voice's potent, aerosolizing juices, all thanks to Julia letting herself get railed and possibly impregnated by him.

"Oh Goddddd," Emma moaned, her torso flexing and curling her into a ball as she came again. It seemed to go on forever, her body spasming with pleasure that short-circuited her mind, and the entire time she was begging, out loud, for the Voice to fill her up with his wonderful cock, to cum inside her, to force her to have his babies, to make her his just as he had Julia. Even as diluted as it was, that lingering scent the Voice had left on her friend was already clearly too much for Emma's body to resist, and though she still hated the thought of getting pregnant, she knew that in her current condition she was willing to do whatever it took to feel that wonderful man pumping his sperm deep into her impregnable pussy.

Getting the sexual tension out of her system took significantly longer than Emma had anticipated, and by the time she was finally able to force her cramping fingers away from her bright pink, tender pussy, it was already early afternoon.

She put on a skirt to cover herself, carefully avoiding thinking about how exposed her sore little vagina still was underneath it, and tried to organize her thoughts into a coherent plan of action.

She soon realized that she just didn't have enough information, and that any rash action she tried to take now was just as likely to get her zombified as it was to help Julia. She needed more intel.

And that was how, a few minutes later, Emma found herself once more donning her clammy jogging outfit from that morning, still damp with her sweat and lubrication. It was a great excuse for her to get close to the Voice's house without arousing suspicion, especially with how many women were on the sidewalks now that jogging had suddenly taken the neighborhood by storm. Plus, she could already feel the urge to go jogging growing inside her again, and she knew that it was only a matter of time before she was forced to go anyway.

She tried to resist the impulse to think about what all of this exercise would do for her skinny thighs and flat ass in the eyes of the horny men around her, but once she was out on the sidewalk, her legs pumping vigorously below her skirt and rubbing her pussy lips together, she could feel her traitorous vagina beginning to moisten again regardless of how closely she guarded her thoughts.

Fifteen minutes later she slowed to a cautious walk as she approached the Voice's house, forcing herself to ignore a growing feeling of disappointment at having cut her workout short. Still, she was already buzzing pleasantly with arousal anyway, and she didn't want to accidentally get herself caught in an encore of Julia's experience that morning if the Voice was still outside.

Once the house was in sight, Emma found herself a bit surprised at just how nondescript it seemed - you'd never know that an evil mastermind cum virile, irresistible sex god lived there.

She paused briefly in front of the house, stretching a bit to keep up appearances until she was absolutely sure that there was no obvious movement inside, and all the while she steeled herself to resist the thrummm of the Voice if it caught her unawares.

Emma had planned to wait for a moment when the street was empty, but the jogging women all seemed preoccupied with the pleasant sexual need burning in their cores as they ran along, and so Emma picked her moment, shot across the grass, and ducked around the corner into the small, well-kept backyard.

She sidled along the house until she reached the first window, and held her breath as she inched her head around the frame and peeked through.

Once her eyes adjusted to the relative darkness of the room, Emma realized that she was staring into a nicely furnished home office. A computer monitor was shining brightly through the gloom from the desk, and what appeared to be a video game was playing on the screen.

Just as she inched closer to try to make out what was happening in the game, however, out of the corner of her eye she noticed the door of the room starting to open, and she whipped her head out of view just as the lights in the office flicked on. Her heart stopped in her chest when the window right beside her head flew open a second later, but nothing appeared through the opening, and she didn't hear the Voice, and so after waiting a few minutes to make doubly sure that her presence hadn't been discovered, Emma slowly slid her head back around and peeked into the room again.

A cute blonde woman wearing a pleated skirt was sitting in the office chair in front of the computer, eating a sandwich as she watched the game play out on the screen in front of her. She was facing slightly away from Emma, so there was little chance of her being discovered, not to mention that the woman seemed intensely focused on the screen. The woman began humming a nursery rhyme, and gently rubbed her hand on her abdomen.

She's pregnant too! Emma realized. Was there no one in this neighborhood that the Voice hadn't impregnated yet? Other than her, of course, she thought, stubbornly ignoring her instinctive twinge of regret at that fact.

Just at that moment, however, Emma noticed a suspiciously spicy scent drifting out of the window and into her nostrils, which flared as she automatically inhaled as much of the delicious musk as she could. Immediately she realized her mistake, but it was too late, and suddenly her little pussy was alive once again and demanding attention as the chemical signals exerted their irresistible influence over her female body for a second time.

Oh no, not now! She tried to ignore her growing arousal and pay attention to what the blonde was doing at the computer, but when she noticed that the woman had her legs spread wide and her hand working furiously between her thighs in the expensive leather chair, the urge to self-pleasure grew too strong for Emma to resist.

She leaned against the wall, wincing as the siding made a soft crunch underneath her torso, and slid a hand underneath her skirt, where it quickly got to work teasing and stroking her sensitive, uncovered labia.

Still, just because Emma couldn't resist her urge to masturbate, that didn't mean she couldn't gather intel at the same time. She peeked back through the window and noticed that the woman was talking softly to herself as she frigged her horny pussy.

"Mmm, Kelly and her mom are coming along nicely. Unh, and there are so many new additions from this morning!" She scrolled across what seemed to be a neighborhood with her free hand, stopping over a block that looked suspiciously like Emma's own. "And this must be that cute little blonde." Emma noticed the woman's hand picking up speed between her legs, not realizing that her own hand was doing the same. By this point both women were actively panting. "Mmmf, Kenny really seemed to enjoy filling her up, and who can blame him, with a tight little body like that!"

Emma's distracted brain suddenly realized that the woman was talking about Julia! She felt a brief flash of anger, but the window was still open, letting more of that delicious musk waft out into the neighborhood, and Emma found it increasingly difficult to hold on to her indignation as her arousal continued to grow. The musk eventually seemed to reach a sort of critical mass in her body, and Emma finally began experiencing what Julia had described earlier: her pussy started clenching on its own emptiness, and she felt herself losing her capacity for rational thought, replaced by a pure, unconscious reproductive instinct to let the Voice bend her over and breed her.

Emma forgot all about the blonde woman masturbating in the office, and instead focused all of her efforts on filling that demanding emptiness inside herself, shoving as many fingers into her pussy as she could and losing herself to the pleasure.

"Yes, cum in me! Do it! Knock me up!" she muttered under her breath as her knees went weak and her abdominal muscles began clenching against the wall in yet another powerful orgasm. Rather than ease her arousal, however, this release only seemed to increase her need for the Voice's cock, and she found herself caring less and less about getting caught as she was compelled to continue masturbating.

Emma realized that if she didn't leave right that instant, she wouldn't be leaving at all, and so, hand still buried between her slick thighs stimulating her tingly vagina, Emma forced herself away from the wall and rounded the back corner of the house.

Inside the office, Becca was just about to cum herself from the memory of Kenny and that cute blonde that morning when she saw a small figure on the screen in front of her running across the street toward Kelly and Allison's house. Recalling that LifeSim showed events in the future, Becca quickly jumped up and ran to the the open window behind her, where she saw two fresh impressions in the grass, but no eavesdropper.

By the time she got the front door open, whoever it was was long gone, and by the time she got back to the game, the forced isometric perspective of the world kept her from seeing who it had been. One thing she did remember, though: whoever it was hadn't had the flashing pregnancy icon over her head.

Becca walked calmly back to the front door, opened it, cupped her hand around her mouth, and shouted a final message to her mysterious eavesdropper.

Emma finally collapsed against the back wall of the house across the street, unable to make herself go any further. The musk was still in her head, forcing her to continue frigging her needy pussy to mental images of the Voice's throbbing cock filling her clenching emptiness with his seed.

Desperate to clear her thoughts, Emma peeked through the new window she found herself beside and was surprised to find a nursery, with the walls painted baby blue and stuffed animals scattered all around.

In the middle of the room Emma saw another cute blonde who looked to be around twenty, only a few years younger than Julia and herself. The young woman had fully exposed her plump, swollen left breast to the baby cradled against her torso, a baby that Emma instinctively knew had to be the Voice's, and it was greedily suckling, drawing nutritious milk from the swollen teats of the college student its biological father had carelessly knocked up.

The musk was still pounding in Emma's head as she watched the scene, causing her pussy to spasm repeatedly around her insufficient fingers, and it was all she could do not to run back across the street and beg the masturbating woman to let her husband fuck a child into her as well.

Just at that moment she heard a woman's voice echoing around the block. "Don't worry, it will be your turn soon!"

Oh goddddd, Emma moaned again, collapsing down the wall as the thought of the Voice filling her throbbing pussy with his cum and making her tiny little titties get all big and swollen and milky for his children pushed her over the edge again.

She sat there for a minute, riding out the intense contractions between her narrow hips until her legs felt stable enough to stand. The urge to continue masturbating was just as strong, and Emma would have given in, but just then she noticed that her urge to finish her jog had been growing the entire time as well. Thinking quickly, Emma focused on that compulsion, imagining her thighs and butt getting so tight and perky that the Voice wouldn't be able to resist shoving his cock inside her, and a few seconds later she found herself back on the sidewalk, wobbling back toward her house on legs still shaky from a mixture of sky-high sexual arousal and unfulfilled lust.

Once again, when Emma got home she was unable to do anything other than masturbate until that heady musk and her matching urge to breed finally worked its way out of her system.

A few hours later Emma's shriveled, raisiny fingers finally left her beat-up pussy, and she was able to string enough thoughts together to come up with a desperate plan to break into the Voice's house that night, find out what was up with that game, and end the Voice's breeding spree for good.

Before that, however, there were a few additional supplies she would need that she didn't have around the house, not least of which was something to plug her nose with, since if the Voice's musk got to her while he was sleeping only a few feet from her she knew she'd be doomed. She also made a mental note to grab earplugs in case he snored, briefly thought about how fucked up it was that an unconscious, snoring man might be able to send any woman around him, Emma included, into an irresistible breeding frenzy, and grabbed her keys to head out to the community co-op to get what she'd need for that night.

She was relieved to find the co-op relatively empty for a late weekday afternoon, and hurried over to the small home goods section in the back.

Ten minutes later she had a flashlight, a small coil of rope, and a few other items in her cart when she suddenly noticed a familiar sensation starting up between her legs. For some unknown reason, her thoroughly worn-out pussy was starting to get turned on again.

That's not fair! I'm not even doing anything! What on earth could this be??

She tried to ignore the sensation and get back to her shopping, assuming it was just some sort of delayed effect of her exposure to the Voice's musk that afternoon. And to be fair, it wasn't all that distracting or dangerous at the moment - just a subtle, pleasant buzz between her legs that made her feel all flushed and tingly and receptive.

She finished with the home goods and began to make her way back across the store to the medical supplies section beside the produce, so that she could pick up nose- and earplugs.

As she walked along, however, Emma suddenly heard a striking, familiar voice cutting through all of the other background noise in the sparsely populated store, penetrating deep inside her body as it grasped and pulled at something primal within her, thrumming its way directly down into her tingly, easy-access pussy. Emma gasped as she felt her knees grow weak; she could already tell that her labia were swelling and unfolding as her vagina involuntarily lubricated and prepared itself for glorious penetration under the Voice's irresistible reproductive assault. 

He's here! Why was he here? Had he followed her? What did he know? Had the blonde told him about her? What should she do now?

Emma knew exactly what she should do, of course: she should get the heck out of the store as quickly as possible before she lost control again, but first she needed to know what the Voice was doing at the co-op, and whether it would affect her plans for that night.

Luckily, the Voice had stopped, and while the response that it had catalyzed in her body persisted past its absence, leaving her pussy throbbing with arousal, without the continued thrumming of the voice her symptoms didn't seem to be getting any worse. She did detect the faintest hint of that spicy musk in the air though, and concluded that her earlier arousal had likely been due to exposure to an unnoticeably small amount of it, just as she'd experienced from Julia's body that morning.

Emma gathered her courage and peeked around the corner of the medical supplies aisle into the produce section, where she was horrified and aroused to finally see the Voice himself, pounding his cock into a curvy older blonde who was lying on her side in a bin of melons. Emma tried not to think about how badly she wanted to be the one lying there on her side, feeling him shove his cock up into her over and over again, and she watched, unable to tear her eyes away, as the Voice continued to vigorously thrust into his willing mate.

Now that she finally had the chance to see her antagonist directly, Emma was surprised at just how normal and boring he looked. From the way he drove her crazy with lust Emma had expected him to be some sort of beefy Adonis, but he was just a slightly balding, early 30s guy who looked like he'd never seen the inside of a gym. Or of a woman, for that matter.

Even so, Emma could actively feel her perceptions being clouded by his mysterious effect on her body, and so at the same time she also experienced the odd, contradictory impression that all of those qualities that should have made the Voice seem like a mediocre lover somehow instead made him seem incredibly desirable as a mate, and she couldn't deny how badly she wanted him to breed her anyway.

Speaking of breeding, Emma finally noticed that there was a second woman lying face-down in the melons beside the first, a brunette that appeared to have the nice, plump tits and wide hips of a woman who already had children. She couldn't tell from her angle, but from the way the woman was just lying there, dazed, Emma assumed that she was recovering from getting fucked by the Voice. And possibly giving her kids a new sibling in the process, she thought to herself, squirming with her own wet heat at the thought.

Either way, Emma knew that she needed to leave. It was clear that the Voice had come here simply to impregnate more women - it had nothing to do with her, and the longer she stayed, the more her body would succumb to his influence.

The problem was that succumbing to the Voice's influence felt amazing. Julia had been right - experiencing him in person like this was so much more intense than she'd expected, and so Emma just continued to sit there, secretly watching him from the corner of the aisle, fascinated, letting herself get more and more turned on both by the musk saturating the air and by the Voice's powerful thrusts as they got more insistent inside the blonde's jiggly body. Emma's hand slipped between her legs and under her skirt to tease at her easy-access pussy yet again, imagining that it was her feeling the pressure building inside his cock through the walls of her tight little vagina.

The bland-looking man began to grunt as he got close, and so on top of her physical arousal it was suddenly like the world's most effective vibrator had been applied directly to Emma's clit now that he was using the Voice again. Her whole body lit up with pleasure and she began groaning herself as she came on her fingers, and she watched with intense jealousy as the Voice's hips began frantically jerking against the thick thighs of the blonde. She knew that he was cumming inside the lucky woman, filling her womb with his seed just as he had the curvy brunette still lying face-down in the melons beside her.

As is his right, Emma was surprised to find herself thinking. She wasn't sure when it had happened, but at some point while watching the Voice impregnate the busty blonde MILF, Emma had come to realize that a man like him practically had an obligation to spread his seed to as many women as he could, that he deserved to feel the pleasure of cumming inside their soft pussies even if it meant knocking them all up with his offspring as a result.

She rejected the thought immediately, of course, sternly telling herself how utterly ridiculous it sounded and that it was just the Voice trying to manipulate her again, but her defiance was hollow, and Emma knew it. Something inside her had changed, the infection had sunk even deeper into her body and soul, and while she still planned to save Julia and return everything back to normal, she knew that she was now only doing so out of pure, stubborn defiance rather than the moral outrage and self-preservation that had driven her up to this point.

Still, holding on so tightly to that moral outrage, even if she no longer believed in it, gave Emma a new burst of determination, and even as her fingers continued to piston in and out of her insatiable pussy, she glared angrily at the object of her artificial lust as he withdrew his wonderful cock from the blonde and zipped himself back up.

The Voice took a few seconds to recover, but then his eyes, still glazed with orgasmic pleasure, went wide with what looked to be shock or realization, and Emma jerked herself back from the corner of the aisle as the Voice began to head directly for her! She braced herself, torn between fearing the worst and hoping for it, but the Voice just flew by, not even seeing her in his haste.

What on earth is he up to now?? she wondered to herself, and she quietly fell into step behind him as he rushed over toward the toiletries, hiding herself once more behind the corner of the aisle to spy on him. She shoved her fingers back between her legs as she watched, idly wondering why she wasn't just walking out and offering her achingly empty virgin pussy to him instead.

Baby powder? What on earth does he want with baby powder? She considered what evil purposes the Voice might have for baby powder for a few seconds, but when nothing came to mind, she glanced back up just in time to realize that the Voice was running directly at her once again! This time, however, she had no time to get out of the way, and as the Voice flew around the corner, he ran straight into her, knocking Emma heavily to her knees.

Emma hardly even noticed. The globe of thick, pungent musk practically billowing around the Voice had immediately begun overpowering her conscious thought as soon as he'd gotten close, and with the way his musk had been forced deep into her lungs as she sucked in air after the collision, Emma's defiance was immediately and completely washed away, and with it all of her remaining hope of resistance.

All that was left was her overpowering, all-encompassing need to have this man's cock inside her as soon as possible.

She realized almost gleefully that all of her plans had been hopeless from the start, that she had been impossibly naive to think that she could have ever resisted such a wonderful, inevitable fate in the first place.

"Oh fuck it, fine, just fuck me already!" she yelled and unzipped his pants, both to fish out his perfect cock and to get more of that enthralling scent into her nose. She pulled up her skirt with her other hand, quivering at how bare and vulnerable her enticing little pussy had to appear to the Voice between her twiggy knees. Everything was perfect.

Except for one small problem: the Voice wasn't getting hard.

"Oh come on, really?"

Emma couldn't understand it. Maybe she was just too ugly? Emma's heart almost stopped at the thought that the Voice might find her too ugly to fuck. She had to admit that the MILFs he had just finished fucking had big tits and wide, fertile thighs, perfect for delivering and feeding healthy offspring, while she was short and twiggy with no figure to speak of. Even Julia had the tight, perky curves of an attractive athlete.

But regardless of Emma's looks, whatever it was that the Voice had done to her didn't discriminate, and Emma needed his cock filling her tight little pussy with his cum just as badly as those other women had. She'd just have to make the Voice want to fuck her.

Emma angrily took the Voice's limp-yet-perfect cock into her mouth, not really sure what she was supposed to be doing, but licking and sucking on it with abandon nonetheless, trying everything she could think of to get him hard. The Voice seemed interested, which Emma took as a good sign, and he didn't leave, which she took as an even better one, but nothing she did seemed to have any effect.

After a few minutes of futile effort on her part, however, just as she was starting to give in to despair and the thought that she didn't deserve the Voice's cock, Emma suddenly felt a sharp pain deep inside her abdomen, almost like ovulation but noticeably stronger. A few seconds later an uncomfortable warm flush spread over her skin, and she began feeling soft, swollen, and horny. She'd felt oddly, well, receptive for the past few weeks, even though it wasn't the right time of the month for her, but now it was as though she was positively bursting with fertility, as though a single spurt of cum would somehow fill her twiggy body to the brim with growing babies.

And, somehow, the Voice had noticed this change. His cock began to thicken in her mouth, and after only a few more strokes with her inexperienced hands, Emma found herself pulling the Voice down onto the cold floor beside her, swinging a skinny leg over his torso, and impaling herself on his hard cock without hesitation.

There was another moment of slight pain as the Voice's cock burst through her hymen, finally deflowering her just as she'd known would happen, and she moaned "Yessss!" as she continued to lower her hips until they eventually met his, experiencing a glorious fullness as his cock stretched out the twenty-five-year-old's tight, hungry little pussy for the first time.

Her need wouldn't let her stop there, however, and so Emma soon began bouncing on the Voice's cock, her body instinctively knowing exactly what to do to ensure that she reproduced. As she did so, she noticed the Voice's eyes staring up at her tiny mid-20s torso, going back and forth between her slim waist and her tits that were too small to even bounce as she continued to coax his cock with her pussy.

Still, it seemed like the Voice liked what he was seeing, and it didn't take long for him to cum inside her, which Emma experienced as a series of light flexings of his cock against the front wall of her vagina, so weak that she only recognized them as an orgasm when he was already almost done. Far from the powerful surge of semen that she'd expected from the Voice.

Even so, as soon as she realized what he was doing to her, Emma was suddenly flooded with a feeling of purpose and satisfaction so strong that it was almost overwhelming.

"Julia was right - this was sooooo worth it," she mumbled breathlessly as her hips continued automatically rocking on his cock, trying to milk out as much of his potent cum as they could get. And who knows, she thought to herself, maybe I won't even get preg-

-nant. She looked down at the familiar sight of her enormous belly resting on the Voice's torso, remembering perfectly clearly how her body had swollen over the past few months once Kenny's sperm had fertilized all of her waiting eggs just a few seconds ago. Well, it was a nice thought, she laughed to herself, having had plenty of time to adjust to the happy accident of being knocked up with no fewer than twelve of Kenny's children.

Not only that, but her ridiculous, immature crusade against Kenny seemed like blasphemy after carrying his progeny for so long. Of course he had knocked her and Julia up - that was just the reality of being a woman living in a neighborhood with someone like Kenny.

She stood up slowly, feeling the tiniest bit of cum trickle out of her snatch as she did so, though she had no way of seeing it under her massive, fecund belly. Strange, she thought. I'd always heard that guys released a lot of cum in ejaculation. Maybe Kenny's is special, and it's all up inside me where it got me pregnant?

Emma rubbed her hands up and down her bulging sides, feeling just how tightly the skin was being pulled across her nearly-spherical torso. And yet as she had continued to grow, her body somehow had continued to accommodate it, stretching her skin ever thinner and tighter month after month as the petite girl's proportions grew ever more improbable.

She looked fondly down at her teats resting atop her belly. They had also begun to swell a few months in, and even though her darkened nipples were stiff and huge with arousal from having been impregnated just seconds ago, they still looked tiny on her rotund, baby-filled frame.

"Well, I'd already accepted that you were going to knock me up, Handsome, but I didn't expect you to be so potent", Emma said, smiling playfully at what her wonderful lover had done to her with that incorrigible cock of his. Oddly, his expression seemed regretful, and not a little confused as he stared at her body, bulging with his children.

In any case, as much as she wanted to just stand there basking in Kenny's presence, Emma recalled that he had been in a hurry, and figured that he probably had plenty of other hot young soccer moms to knock up that evening.

"Well, I gotta run, so I guess I'll see you around, Lover." She tried in vain to pull her stretched-out skirt down over her easy-access pussy, and squirmed with arousal as she realized that her sperm-saturated slit would be all drippy and available until she made it home where she could change.

She waddled her way to the front of the store, the supplies for her silly nighttime raid forgotten on the floor, right where Kenny had filled her full of the kids she could already feel kicking inside her. She slowly made her way around the check-out lines, winking knowingly at the two attractively pregnant MILFs waiting by the exit. Emma admired the way their full breasts had plumped up even further with milk for Kenny's children, secure in the knowledge that her own small, bulging breasts would be more than adequate when her own little ones arrived. Not to mention that she was the one baking a full dozen of Kenny's buns in her oven, while they only had one each. She glowed with pride and a copious amount of pregnancy hormones, and then squeezed herself into her car as best she could.

She drove over to Julia's house, where she complimented her best friend on the way her cute little baby bulge was protruding from her tight, feminine figure. Julia's teats had begun to swell as well, but Emma noted that hers were bigger, and that her nipples had grown large, dark, and thick under the deluge of hormones flooding her body.

They commiserated about their pregnancies, and gushed about how sexy Kenny was, and the entire time Emma preened at the constant hint of jealousy that darkened her friend's attractive features as she stared at Emma's enormous bellyful of Kenny's babies.

I'm a zombie now, Emma was surprised to finally realize. They both were. They had become knocked up, infatuated zombies, just like all of the other women in the neighborhood.

And they couldn't be happier.