Knocked Up By the Dentist

Warning! Over 8,000 words of heat pounding, womb stretching erotica between consenting adults!

I’ve been forced to endure baby after baby for my husband, Cal. Knocked up and stretched, I’m at the end of my rope. So when my twenty-one year old daughter laughs at me and mocks me in front of her friends, there’s only one thing I can do.

I make her an appointment with the dentist who has a reputation for putting something inside of you other than dental floss, if you catch my meaning. And boy does it move fast. Rapid Pregnancy. Accelerated growth.

And when she gets home, she’ll be knocked up and stretched, just like I am. Time to teach that good for kid a lesson.