The Body Inspector Chapter 5

(I have one particular fan who has been dying to see more about Alyssa. At first I shot him down, but then my mind started cooking. You know what? Let's have more about Alyssa. I want to preface this chapter by stating to me it feels VERY sexist. I want you to know that in reality, I am not that guy. But to my avid readers? Bill is that guy. Bill is absolutely that guy.)

A news wearing a nice suit looked over at his fellow presenter, another man, and smiled. "And finally, today, we have a great heart-warming story, Tom. You know, there's nothing more in this world I love more than Mother's Day, wouldn't you agree?"

The other man smiled genially and laughed. "Have to agree with you there, Steve." The two looked at the camera. "Which is why fifteen Body Inspectors paid a visit to Johnson College, where they met with students in a Biology Lab class with the goal of creating as many as fifteen new mothers."

The screen flashed to the inside of a college classroom where fifteen young girls, ages 18 to 20 had their clothes torn open and were being brutally raped by old fat men, begging them not to cum inside them and begging them not to show it on TV. A female reporter interjected. "That's right Tom, I'm here at Johnson College where fifteen girls in the prime of their fertility with hopes of being scientists are now well on their way to becoming mommies. I've been talking to Emily here. Emily, what did you think you were going to do with your life?"

The crying girl groaned and moaned. "Please don't do this! I'm the first in my family to get into college! This is my one chance! I want to become a marine biologist!" The small, beautiful, Hispanic girl desperately tried to cover her small firm breasts from the camera.

The reporter grinned cruelly. "I think that's a great ambition Emily. Say, what size bra do you wear?"

The girl gasped, her deepest depths being violated, some small part of her hoping this would save her. "What!? Why!?"

"I just think our viewers would love to know what size those adorable little titties are." Mournfully, she replied that she was an A cup. "I think we'll all be fascinated to know how many of these young beauties will have a baby on their hip...next year...on Mother's Day. Back to you Tom!"

Tom grinned at the camera. "Our viewers will be happy to know that the report was done a few weeks ago. Each of the fifteen lucky girls selected was creampied five times, then not allowed to clean themselves for five hours. During that five hours they were instructed to lay on pillows in such a way that their rapist's spunk would lay against their cervix. Of the fifteen participants, eleven became pregnant. Oh...and young Emily? You'll all be happy to hear...she's expecting twins. Videos of each girl's conquest can be found on the college's social media."

The other reporter laughed jovially. "Guess she won't be an A cup for long! Just a heartwarming story."

Alyssa angrily grabbed the remote and turned the TV off. "God I can't believe this shit!"

Her mother slapped her arm, sharing the couch with her. "Alyssa! Language! Just because you're no longer pure doesn't mean you don't have to be a lady."

Alyssa gasped at just how unfair of a statement her mother made. She looked at her. "Mom! Those girls had their whole lives ahead of them. They were going to study, have careers, advance the world!"

Her mother nodded. "And now they're going to be mommies of beautiful babies. It's God's plan. You're going to ovulate 400 eggs in your lifetime...don't you want to make sure every last one of them gets fertilized?"

Alyssa's eyes went wide in disbelief. "No mom! I don't want to be a mother to some fat old Body Inspector's baby. I want to marry a nice man and raise an actual family!"

Her mother shook her head dismissively. "It's a shame that Body Inspector didn't leave you with a baby. All this silliness about college and careers and feminism clubs...it's ridiculous..."

Alyssa to this day couldn't believe her ears. She had been so relieved when the urine test came back negative. She was convinced her life was over. "MOM! HE RAPED ME!"

Her mother chuckled. "Oh, stop it. A man taking a woman in a manly fashion...you're a pretty girl. You should be proud that out of all the women he could have had he chose you."

Alyssa stood. "I don't have to listen to this." She huffed off to her room and slammed the door. She flung herself on the bed. She couldn't believe it. While she was so happy that she wasn't pregnant, he'd stolen her first kiss, and her first sexual encounter from her. In fact, he was the first man to see her in her underwear, or naked; the first man to play with her breasts. But more than that, it was the pure humiliation. She lost a piece of herself that day. In addition, the man she was secretly in love with now thought she was a whore, along with the entire church she no longer belonged to. The actions of the administration that put the Body Inspectors in power had gone far enough. Alyssa knew student activism might be the answer. So, she founded Rise Against People Exploiting Unwed Sisters. The group had a large following of both women and men who didn't agree with the practice of forced impregnation. Unfortunately, her campus had a policy of open meetings for these things. All of the misogynistic students would show up and occasionally shout disparaging things. But all in all, the organization was achieving its aims incredibly.

She chewed on her lower lip. She couldn't explain it, but since that...incident...she had begun to pleasure herself. More than before. She reached into her pajama pants and panties and began to stroke her little slit. She imagined herself being controlled...by someone handsome...but controlling. She couldn't explain it. It made her so hot. He fingers moved to her tiny clitty and began to stimulate it with a soft stifled moan. She was ashamed of that little fantasy. She didn't want any woman to suffer like she did, but these days the thought of it excited her. As she reached up with her free hand to massage her breast through her pajama top, she happened to glance over at her dresser. One drawer was open. She immediately stopped masturbating and sat up in bed. It was weird. She was usually pretty neat and tidy when it came to things like that.

She rolled her legs off the bed and stood up before walking to her dresser. The open drawer was her underwear drawer. She reached into the drawer at the only pair of panties that wasn't neatly folded. Her worst fears were confirmed. The small garment was drenched in about a gallon of semen. She dropped the pair in disgust and wiped her hands on a towel in her hamper. She sprinted into the living room.

She addressed her mother. "MOM! Why is my underwear covered in cum!?"

Her mother didn't look up from the TV. "Bill must have beat off into your underwear drawer the last time he was here."

Alyssa shrieked. "BILL'S BEEN IN MY ROOM!?"

Her mother nodded. "Yeah. I gave him a key to the house a few months ago. He goes into your room from time to time."

Alyssa gasped. She couldn't believe it. "WHY!?"

Her mother sighed in annoyance and hit pause. "Just normal stuff. You know. Touch all of your things, masturbate on your bed, rummage through your underwear, read you diary..."

Alyssa couldn't believe how violated she felt. "He's read my diary!?"

Her mother nodded. "Relax, he said there's nothing interesting in there."

Fresh tears sprung to Alyssa's eyes. This whole Body Inspector business had made her lose every shred of respect she'd ever had for her mother. But this crossed a new line. Her bedroom had been her sanctuary in all of this craziness...even when she thought she was pregnant. The one place she was safe.

She immediately turned on her heel and stormed back to her room, slamming her door as hard as she could and wishing her dad were still alive. She gasped. Sitting on her desk was Bill, who she had not seen for months, messing around with her laptop. Her heart immediately began to hammer.

She swallowed; her mouth dry as a bone. "Bill...wha...what do you want!?"

Bill looked up from the screen and grinned. "Oh, I was just doing a little peer edit on your presentation for tomorrow."

She gasped. "BILL! You can't do that! It's academic dishonesty if you change anything! I could be thrown out of school!"

He chuckled dismissively. "Relax, beautiful. All I did was fix a few grammar error and correct a couple of spelling typos."

She pointed to the door, but her hand shook in fear. She tried to sound brave but her voice quavered. "You...need...to leave..."

He shook his head. "Look sweetheart...I'm not going to be here long. I'm spending the night and then I'll leave tomorrow evening."

She crossed her arms, giving the illusion of trying to look intimidating, but really trying to shield her breasts from his eyes that were now scanning the body he had conquered several months ago. "Well, you're not staying in my bedroom. Go sleep on the couch."

He gave a cold chuckle she remembered all too well. One that sent a chill down her spine. He stood from her office chair. He walked to her and stroked her cheek with his fingers. "Sweetheart...I don't think you realize the position you're in. I think...that to celebrate the...uh...intimate past we've had...that we should share your bed tonight. For old time's sake."

She growled. "You raped me and took my virginity! I'm not having sex with you!"

He put his disgusting hang on her shoulder. "Alyssa...I'm not asking for sex. We could just cuddle...fully clothed...kind of like a married-"

She knocked his hand from her shoulder. "NO!"

He shook his head. "Gosh...I'd hate to turn this into a formal inspection..."

Her eyes went wide. There it was. What ever he wanted, she had to give to him. Otherwise, she would have to surrender her body to him. "One night of laying in bed...with our pajamas on...and then you're leaving tomorrow?"

He nodded, enjoying the fear in her eyes. "Yes Alyssa. That's all. And maybe I could come watch your presentation. I love watching all you adorable little feminists."

She was too scared to acknowledge the sheer disrespectful sexism of what he'd just said. "Look, this is a presentation I've been working on for a long time. It's very important to me. If you promise no sex, you can come and watch the presentation. I'll tell you what, you can even be my slide clicker. But you have to promise me you're not going to try anything weird." Alyssa had to watch herself. She knew where she was in her cycle...right in the middle of her window that allowed for conception. Her little garden couldn't be any more ripe for his seed. Last time, she got lucky. She couldn't roll the dice again.

He gave a sickly-sweet smile. "Of course, Alyssa. Of course."

So it was that thirty minutes later, Alyssa had his back to him in her small bed. His fat stomach lay against her back, his grubby arm across her, his stench filling her nostrils and bringing back old terrible memories. But the worst of it was his enormous cock pressed into her ass. Though they were both still dressed, he found a way to press his girth between her defenseless butt cheeks. "Bill..." she whimpered "...it's hard to sleep with your...your thing pressed against my butt. Could you like...back up a few inches?" Her voice became hopeful. "Or I could sleep on the floor."

Her heart fell as he said "No that's quite alright. I love the smell of your hair, the soft feeling of your skin, and most of all your little ass cheeks pressed into my rock-hard cock."

She sighed. "Fine. Just...nothing weird. Please. This presentation tomorrow is very important to me. Okay? I just...need to get some sleep."

Between Bill's snoring, and his occasional dry humping against her ass, sleep was the last thing she got. She was terrified of him taking her again. And here she was, sharing a bed with him! Another thing that should be reserved for a man she was in love with! She wondered how she kept winding up in these situations, what she did to deserve this.

Her thoughts again traveled to her father. Her dad who doted on her, encouraged her. The man who told her she was beautiful when she needed to hear it, but also that she was intelligent, funny, fun to be around. The man who saved everyone of her stupid little crayon drawings (even throwing a couple in frames and putting them in the living room). She thought of her mother throwing them away the week he died.

What would he think of her if he could see her. Being little spoon to a fat man twice his age. She was disgusted with herself...even more because some small part of her was aroused by how easily this filthy man controlled her. Some small part of her wanted relief from that. Maybe she could sneak...NO! What was she thinking! No, this was just some psychological defense mechanism. She needed sleep for her presentation. She had to fight against scumbags like Bill. She thought about her departed father one last time, and closed her eyes...drifting into a dreamless sleep. It was a little after three in the morning.

Alyssa awoke to the jingle of her cell phone alarm. She drowsily reached over and turned it off. Then her eyes shot open. The memory of last night came rushing back to her. She rolled over in bed and looked around. He was gone!

She sat up hopefully in bed. Maybe he left. Maybe the nightmare was over. For good this time. She went to the door and cracked it, peering out. He was at the kitchen table while mom made breakfast. Of course he was. She frowned but closed the door soundlessly. At least she could get dressed in peace.

She didn't take a shower. She couldn't risk that the sound would entice him to join her. Instead, she decided to get ready in complete silence. She took out her outfit. For such an important presentation, she wanted to look businesslike and immaculate. A knee length business skirt, a blue silk button down blouse, and a jacket that matched the skirt. She was excited at how professional she would look. The outfit wouldn't be cheap, but it would be worth it.

She pulled off her sleeping clothes and threw her clothes in the hamper. She'd have to move fast. Being naked, she felt vulnerable. Like he could be back at any moment. She opened her underwear drawer and frowned.

Everything in the drawer was a sopping wet mess, soaked with cum. Usually when she wore a power suit like this, she wore special undies made of silk or lace. It made her feel important; powerful. All of her nice underwear was covered in cum. It all was! Except...WAIT! To her relief she pulled out a pair of panties he'd missed somehow. Her mood lifted. It was odd. She didn't recognize this pair. It was very childish...covered in little cartoon kittens. Maybe a pair from junior high she'd just forgotten to ever throw out? Who cares. They were bone dry. She pulled them on. THEY FIT! Take that Bill! Your little plan fucked up this time. She looked in her mirror. They looked stupid. But who cares. No one would see them. She opened her bra drawer. Untouched. It would be stupid to wear a fancy bra with a pair of cotton panties, so she pulled out an every day cotton bra. She had a camisole, the blouse, pantyhose, the skirt, and the jacket on in a flash.

She looked at herself in the mirror after doing her makeup and putting her hair up in a neat bun with a pin to hold it in place. She looked respectable, professional. And at the end of the day Bill was leaving this place...hopefully forever. She walked into the kitchen, feeling rather proud of herself.

Bill grinned. "Good morning!"

Alyssa picked up a piece of toast and proudly announced "You missed a pair." She cheerfully began gnawing on the toast.

Her mother spoke. "Bill here has offered to drive you to the college!" She beamed at him.

Alyssa dropped her toast and coughed. "NO! I mean...I can take the bus..."

Her mother chuckled condescendingly. "Nonsense. No daughter of mine dressed that respectably is taking the bus."

She spent a long forty minutes in the car with Bill. The drive usually only took twenty, but he took a very scenic route, despite Alyssa trying to give him directions. She knew it was on purpose, as his hand kept finding its way onto her lap. Poor Alyssa just gritted her teeth and accepted it after pushing the hand off failed to have any effect. He hadn't raped her last night, and the important thing was to keep her defenseless fertile womb protected.

As they walked down the halls of the college, they passed by Emily. Alyssa knew from the news that she was now pregnant with twins. The poor girl was miserably emptying out her locker. Alyssa walked up to her. "Emily...I...I saw what happened...I'm so sorry."

Emily sniffled. "Yeah, you and the rest of the whole entire world."

Bill walked over to her. "I'm sorry, we haven't been introduced. I'm Alyssa's Uncle Bill. What's wrong young lady."

Alyssa shot him a dirty look and almost growled. "Because 'Uncle Bill,' a Body Inspector took advantage of her and ruined her college career!"

Bill gasped, but his voice became warm and supportive. "Emily...I'm...I'm so sorry! That's horrible!" Emily looked at him. "What is your family life like? Are your parents supportive?"

She nodded. "They...they are. But they were just so proud. I was the first of five kids to make it into college. I had a free ride! My family could never afford to send me again..."

Bill put a hand on her shoulder. "Emily...you listen to me sweetie. Your life is not over. It sounds like your parents love you to the moon and back. And your siblings could not be prouder of their sister. I don't know what the future holds...but maybe a sibling could babysit while you go to class. Maybe another could work and give you money for tuition. I know there are scholarships for young single mothers. This is not a dead end. This is a speedbump. You have a wonderful family support system. Lean on them. I promise you it's going to be okay." He pulled her into a tight embrace. Emily dropped her books and hugged him back, laying her head on his chest and bursting into tears. He stroked her head and led her cry cathartically for a few minutes before the two released each other.

Emily sniffled, but was smiling from ear to ear. She picked up her books and turned to Alyssa, wiping away a tear. "Alyssa, you have a great uncle." She turned to Bill. "Thank you, Uncle Bill. I needed that." She took a deep breath. "Maybe the world isn't ending after all."

He patted her head. "It's not. Your life isn't over, kitten. It's just beginning."

Bill watched her as she walked down the hall out of sight. "You know, your friend has a phenomenal ass. Maybe after she has that kid, I'll look her up in the registry and give her a free ride of my own. After she's re-enrolled of course."

Alyssa looked at him in disgust. "You're a monster. And she's pregnant with twins."

He whistled. "Wow...ten points for that Body Inspector."

She sighed angrily. "Come on. My classroom is this way."

As she walked into the huge lecture hall, she saw it was packed with people. The professor in charge of the club was there too, who gave her a warm smile. She tried to smile back. This was intimidating. Membership club had grown quickly over the last few months. About 60 percent of the club were females. Of the male demographic, they could be broken into thirds. The first third was men who outright believed the whole Body Inspector thing was wrong. This was actually a very common opinion among men. After all, these men had wives, girlfriends, daughters, sisters, mothers. The legislation was very opposed from the outset. The second third was men who were there because of their girlfriends. This sounds worse than it is. Their girlfriends were feminists, and they supported that. In general these men opposed Body Inspectors on their own terms as well.