Pregnant in Alabama

Come with me to another America on another Earth, infected with some of the same madness.

They'd sure done it. Members of the Alabama State Senate had pushed through some of the most restrictive anti-abortion legislation ever seen. Governor Helen Bobbi Heuchler had signed it into law. It didn't matter if a woman had been raped or engaged in incest, not even if all the medical evidence suggested the fetus would grow up to wear a fedora. It was all the same. In the state of Alabama, all abortions would be illegal from state border to state border.

Those good ol' state senate boys had gone out to celebrate at the John Herod Memorial Hotel in downtown Montgomery. Senate Majority Leader Billy Bob Wallace was giving his best spiel about how it was surely God's will that they had worked when his eyes were drawn to the stunning and stacked blonde listening in to his conversation with Jeb Bob. High heeled cowboy boots, a real floaty white dress that spoke of both purity and sin with the full curve of her breasts right out there under the fabric, and hair like one of those country and western music video gals. His voice trailed off, so she prompted him,

"Please go on, sir, it's totally interesting. I haven't heard morality expressed like this since I had my old job."

Billy Bob figured her to be a Connecticut Yankee by way of California, but she sounded sincere enough. Sure enough, she had a silver chain around her neck, with what he assumed to be a cross hanging below the neckline between those hefty titties. If the woman was concerned that both the men were ogling her she didn't show it. Quite the opposite; she giggled, and gave a little wiggle that made Jeb Bob groan and clutch at his crotch.

"I... uh... shit, I gotta go to the restroom," he managed, waddling off as a sticky patch began to form on his pants.

"Please excuse Jeb Bob's language, Miss. It ain't proper to cuss before a lady... You have the advantage of me."

"Shannon MacDuff, State Senator Wallace. It's a real pleasure to meet you. "

She emphasized the word pleasure with another little wiggle that nearly caused Billy Bob to spill in his pants too, but he was older, fatter, balder and generally made of sterner stuff than his young fellow State Senator. Even so, he had to lift his eyes up a little and finally noticed how pretty her big blue eyes were. She'd done herself up with makeup that bestrode what he thought of as the fine line between elegant and whore that his Momma had never quite managed. He took her hand and kissed it.

"Charmed, Miss MacDuff. What brings you to our party?"

"Oh, I was staying in the hotel and just felt lonely so I came down to the bar. They never said it was a private party," she pouted.

"Oh, no, Miss, you're perfectly welcome in here, let me get you a drink."

Billy Bob signaled the waiter and ordered Shannon a Highball Special, one of the hotel's cocktails that contained a whole lot more alcohol than the taste suggested. Amongst his colleagues, it was known as the Tequila Skirtraiser and considered more reliable than a fistful of roofies. He wasn't quite sure if she was old enough to drink until she knocked back half the glass in a way that drew his eyes inexorably back towards her chest. There was no denying that Billy Bob was a breast man.

"Tell me some more about your new law."

Well, Billy Bob sure did like the sound of his own voice. Miss MacDuff got through two more of those Highball Specials before he'd even got onto the part about how really they aimed to bring Alabama's morality to the whole country, by getting the Supreme Court to overturn all those fanciful protections. She nodded along, listening with rapt attention even as the alcohol seemed to be getting to her, as he explained how it was right and just that men should have that control over women, that they should know their place as God intended. Then she stumbled into him, and he found himself steadying her with one hand on an ass that was firmer and rounder than her loose dress had suggested, with the other hand just below the swell of her breasts.

"Oh, State Sena-"

"Call me Billy Bob."

"Billy Bob, could you help me up to my room? 2320? I could use a little walk."

He grinned about as widely as his Grandpappy used to when talking about a lynching.

"Of course I will, Miss, as a southern Gentleman how could I not?"

She leaned against him as they made their way through the bar. Billy Bob caught a few envious looks, but he was the Senate Majority Leader, damn it. He ought to have first dibs on the best tail. They could have sloppy seconds and thirds, as was right and proper. Perks of the job. His hand found itself right up under a breast. 'Wowee, all natural', he thought, she oughta be in one of those girly magazines. He wouldn't tell that to the anti-pornography campaigners. fondled her quite openly through her dress, she dropped her face onto his shoulder and sighed as they stepped into the elevator.

The doors had barely closed before he pushed her against the wall, and shoved his thick tongue into her mouth. Those cocktails coated teeth and tongue, and he tasted her real good. She wrapped her arms around his belly, not protesting in the slightest. He groped at both of her tits and nearly had them out of her dress before the door dinged for her floor. She rubbed one of her legs between his thighs and accepted another forceful kiss before he tugged her from the elevator.

She stumbled along, damn near losing a boot, as he got her down the corridor to 2320. Billy Bob felt himself to be in the grip of a lust he hadn't known since seeing his 18-year-old sister in the shower 40 years before. It was almost scary how much he wanted her. She seemed to have things together enough to get the room keycard from her little clutch purse and open the door. As it swung open he almost shoved her inside and got it closed. She dropped her purse.

"Why, State Senator... Billy Bob... do you want to fornicate with little old me? What would your wife say?"

She questioned him playfully but brushed her fingers across the crotch of his suit pants. He responded with an almost animalistic growl and pushed her back against the door. She reached for her dress before he could lift it off, and pulled it up over her own head. No underwear! She was naked but for her boots and necklace. 'Damn, those titties were just as firm as anything', he thought. Large areolas surrounded hard pointy nipples that just begged for his hands. He held off enough to drink in her smooth cunt, either waxed or shaven, but with just a touch of pink between swollen lips. He needed to possess it.

Shannon squealed as he grabbed her presidentially with one hand, and groped her breasts with the other. He slipped a fat finger right up inside her and felt the tightness within. 'Holy shit', he thought, 'this gal was gonna be a real good fuck'. She humped against his hand as he mauled her breasts. The soft groan she gave as he pushed a second finger into her nearly had him shooting his load in his pants.

"Why y'all really know how ah like it," she told him, in quite the worst attempt at a Southern accent Billy Bob had ever heard.

"Now, Miss, it's a fact that none of y'all from outside the South can really capture how we talk," Billy Bob told her, leaning for a moment on the bedroom's fourth wall.

He wiggled the two fingers inside her for emphasis. Shannon gently eased them out and brought them to her mouth. She looked him right in the eyes and daintily sucked them clean.

"Come on, to the bed. I'll help you strip off," she offered in her normal voice.

He began untying his string tie as she worked on his shirt buttons, baring his bulky hairy torso, shiny with sweat. It had been a long day and he had a definite odor, but Shannon just danced her fingers through his chest hair before taking his shirt down off his arms. Billy Bob unbuckled his Stars and Bars belt buckle, and she had his pants and briefs down in one movement. His four inches stood hard and leaking out beneath the swell of his gut, and he let it slap against Shannon's face as she knelt to get his shoes and pants the rest of the way off.

"Now that's a woman's place!" he told her.

Focused down between her breasts he saw the chain again, and it finally clicked that her cross looked odd. He wasn't thinking too clearly with Shannon's breasts on either side of it, but, yes, wasn't it one of those women's symbols? Big circle at the top, cross at the bottom? A little warning bell sounded somewhere in the back of Billy Bob's lust-addled brain. She pushed him back enough that he sat down on the end of the bed and, before he could think further on it, took his cock into her mouth.

"Oh fuck Jesus Christ Lordy" was all he managed to say as she swallowed down to his balls and started humming. He'd apparently forgotten his policy over bad language before a lady.

Shannon bobbed her head a few times, and he didn't feel a single tooth, just a whole lot of tongue. She spat him out and licked his shaft. Shannon took pleasure from giving pleasure and enjoyed the reaction her ministrations brought from Billy Bob. She sucked his sweaty hairy balls into her mouth, managing to fit both in, and then released them. She lifted up his big legs above her shoulders and called over the bulk of his belly,

"Hey, Billy Bob, you ever get your prostate massaged? I promise you'll come harder than you ever have."

"What do you mean by OH SHIT!"

She was licking his asshole! She actually had her tongue lashing right there! Billy Bob had never had that done for him, not even when he went to Arkansas. She reached around his legs to grip his cock, gently stroking it while she lapped right at his brown eye. Billy Bob gripped the bed sheets in his hands, amazed at how good it felt. 'Thank the lord for ass eatin' millennials', he thought. After a minute or so of tonguing him, Shannon stood up, not quite all the way so he couldn't see her crotch. She leaned over him and let him get his hands back on her breasts. He felt something poking at his asshole, pressing inside the spit lubed ring of muscle.

"This is gonna feel even better than my tongue, sweetie."

Billy Bob couldn't see how Shannon's pussy has transformed, melding and flowing to form a solid cock and heavy balls hanging where it had been. She'd kept it as smooth as her pussy, and the thick purple crown eased inside the State Senator with the help of her saliva. She took it nice and slow, and let him think she'd pulled some kind of hot latex strap-on on. He'd agreed to a prostate massage, and that's' what he'd get. They both groaned together as she bottomed out in him. Truth be told, Shannon preferred being the one penetrated, but she didn't mind manifesting a demon dick for the right partner.

"Hot diggity! That does feel good," Billy Bob said, "I just figured George Bob Jones was some kinda queer when he told me about womenfolk doing this kind of thing."

Billy Bob was a little too enthusiastic with Shannon's breasts; a human woman might have found it too rough, but Shannon was no ordinary woman. She took pleasure from his ham-fisted groping and squeezing. Billy Bob's legs up hanging over her shoulders pressed her breasts out towards him, squeezed between hairy sweaty thighs. She started plowing his ass in real earnest. Billy Bob's groaning intensified. It felt good in there, tight, virginal, and gripping. She aimed her thrusts just right to really rub his prostate on each stroke, the man's enlarged walnut being an easy target.

Sweat poured from Billy Bob, his heart pounded. Neither his wife nor any of his mistresses had ever made him feel so good. He'd just begun to think the pleasure couldn't get any better when Shannon reached around his thigh and wrapped her fingers around his shaft again. She splayed her other hand on his big belly and began muttering something he couldn't quite catch. Though he dealt with a lot of backward people, the backward words she spoke would have meant nothing to him.

"raeppa suretU. refsnart dees ruoY. refsnart gge detanoD," she repeated three times, then moaned normally "Come with me!"

Shannon sheathed herself deeply inside Billy Bob and let herself come. It wasn't part of the spell, it just felt good. Normally her seed was icy cold, but her prepared magic warmed it. She spurted deep inside him, knowing it wasn't her sperm that the spell would take. The groaning succubus kept her eyes tightly closed so that Billy Bob couldn't see how black they'd turned behind her lids.

Billy Bob didn't have time to think about the hot explosion in his bowels. His eyes rolled back and he began spurting. Shannon's hand directed his cock towards his face, but the first blast never made it there. It just... disappeared! The following one did splash his chin, and thick white stringy spunk landed across his sagging chest and hairy belly. It felt so good he arched his back from the bed, while Shannon collapsed forwards upon him. They lay panting together as her cock slid out and reformed back into her pussy. He moved a shaking hand up and ran it in her tangled hair.

"That was real nice, Miss."

Incredibly, improbably, driven by lust and the fact he was sharing a bed with such a hot woman, Billy Bob was still hard. He pulled Shannon all the way up onto the bed beside him. Her eyes shot open, bright and blue again, and he rolled on top of her, just about ready to squash the pretty thing into the bed.

Shannon could have sent him to sleep right then; she'd done what she came for, but Shannon never did like to leave someone unsatisfied. She had her demon's strength, and his weight didn't bother her in the slightest. His sperm was smeared between them and she lapped some of it from his face.

"Do you want to take me face down, ass up?" she suggested.

"Missionary, as God intended!"" Billy Bob told her, pressing another kiss onto her, only thinking about how she'd had her tongue in his ass about a second too late.

She wiggled to give him better access and then hooked her legs up above his hips. This was the most wanton wild woman he'd ever met. A crazy urge came upon Billy Bob. He wanted to breed her. He wanted to stick a baby in her belly and watch it grow. Hell, consumed by lust he thought he'd risk scandal and leave his wife for a piece of ass this fine.

"You on the pill?"

"No Billy Bob. They told me contraception was a sin!"

He gave her all four inches in one rough thrust. She squealed as if he'd forced something three times the size into her, and grabbed his big ass with both hands. There was something dribbling between his buttocks, but he didn't pay it no mind. He was right proud of how he screwed the writhing enthusiastic little slut hard into the bed, giving her thrusts that wouldn't have shamed his teenage self. This was rutting, pure and simple. She was so tight and hot and wet, and that big natural rack felt damn good pressed beneath him.

Shannon worked one hand between them and found her clit. Billy Bob's uncontrolled desire for her had really turned her on. The sound of his panting, the slap of his balls, the wordless sobbing need her had to fuck her really revved Shannon's engine. Taking pleasure from giving pleasure and missionary was his specialty after all.

"That's good! Harder, Billy Bob! Come in me!"

He'd come a couple of minutes before, so he figured he'd last as long as his hammering heart held out.

He lasted 48 seconds. His balls actually ached as he came the second time, emptying a dribbly load into her suddenly clamping and spasming pussy. She screamed loud enough to wake the dead, legs kicking straight out around him. Still coming... his sore balls emptied their deepest reserves of Billy Bob's baby batter. She could have drained his negative emotions too, but what was the point? He'd still be an asshole. She left his soul intact, too, though doing so always took a conscious effort on her part since she became a Succubus.

"I'm so lucky I come easily," Shannon sighed and pressed her fingers on his bald head.

Billy Bob felt the smoothest jolt from her fingers, and then he slept. She rolled him off her and reached down to her pussy. Shannon scooped some of his seed out and tasted it.

"Below average; that'll be down to the diet, sweetie," she told the slumbering State Senator.

There was no sign of drunkenness as she stood up. She stretched, then used some of the remaining energy to clean the sweat and sperm from her body. She felt fresh as a daisy outside, but she was beginning to feel the strain of so many spells inside. Days of preparation she'd put in and power she'd built up before the night could only go so far with something as big as giving men quickened wombs. She took a deep breath, released it, and then let her hair change style and darken. Her dress, too, changed into a different style and became a pale lilac.

Then she went back down to look for another State Senator, for there the night was yet early.

Someone knocked on the hotel room door. Billy Bob woke up cold with the night's sweat dried upon his bare body. The sun shone in over Montgomery and he turned his head to blink away from it. His weight didn't seem to shift quite right, and he sat up to see that his body had changed overnight. His hairy man boobs had grown a little larger, and some sort of liquid seemed to be dribbling from the nipples. The biggest change was his belly, which looked much more rounded and stuck out more. He grabbed it with his hands and felt something move inside.

"Oh, Lord!"

He clambered from the bed and found his pants, but his cell phone was dead. He caught sight of himself in the mirror and found himself reminded of an Orangutan. There was another knock at the door.

"YOU GO AWAY!" he called, panicked.

"Billy Bob? It's Doctor Lekarz here, open up will you?"

He snagged a hotel room robe and tried wrapping it around himself. It certainly sounded like the old Polish Doctor. Most of the state senators saw him with any issues when in Montgomery. Billy Bob knew how dedicated he was because he had never once laughed at one of his Polish jokes during an examination. One time he'd told Billy Bob he'd never even been to Poland; it was his parents who came over from there, but that didn't stop the jokes. Billy Bob opened the door and let the silver-haired sawbones inside.

"How'd you know I was here?"

"Sit down. I've got a diagnosis for you just from a visual examination of your belly."

"What do you mean, Doc?"

Billy Bob did take a seat, but he was worried as hell. Just what the hell kinda disease had he picked up from that big titty blonde skank?

"I'll come out and say it. You're pregnant. Quite a few weeks on, too"

Billy Bob clutched at his belly and felt the movement again. A kick! Something was kicking inside him!

"Listen here Doc, maybe they do things differently in Poland but here in America men don't get pregnant. That's a woman's job."

The Doctor's laughter didn't exactly sooth his nerves.

"Well, something looking like a woman's done a good job on you hasn't she? You, and all but one of the other State Senators who voted for that anti-abortion legislation."

"Who did the bitch miss out?"

The Doctor smiled,

"Jim Bob Irons. She said she couldn't seduce him as he loves his wife too much."

"Well... he did marry his first cousin, and I did hear that her real daddy might have been his dad-" Billy Bob broke off suddenly, then shouted, "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN, 'SHE SAID'?"

Billy Bob was back up on his feet and ready for a fight, but Doctor Lekarz didn't seem concerned. Amused, but not concerned.

"She dropped by this morning before I set off for the golf game. That's how I knew to come see you all here at the hotel. I'd say she looked pretty exhausted, but I have to tell you, but she went down on her knees and gave me the best time I've had in my life. She could suck a golf ball through a mile of drinking straw, yes sir."