The Golden Tongue
The Golden Tongue
By Rowyin Darkwulf
I had always known that somehow I was different. I was always able to worm my way out of any situation with a little talk, from getting extra credit in school, to getting away without punishment from my parents. It seemed that, no matter the situation, I could talk my way through it. I truly didn't know the extent of what I could do until one night, while spending the night at a friend's house while I was in high school.
I was spending the night over at my best friend Jay's house, something we did every few weekends: stay up playing videogames and chatting for most of the night. Jay and his family were all red pandas, and at that moment Jay's large, striped tail twitched and frazzled in frustration as I wiped the floor with him in one of the games at which he was "better than me." It would have normally been an enjoyable night, save the fact of Jay's sister, Dani. Normally one would only have nice things to say about one's best friend's sister, but Dani had been a pain all night, just like every other time I had been over. Dani was two years younger than me and Jay, and had acquired the reputation of being a total cocktease, in school and out. She enjoyed tormenting guys by wearing short skirts, tight shorts, and low cut tops, all to show off her figure: tight butt, tiny waist, and for her age fairly ample (large Cs) bust.
Even now she was dressed in a pair of tiny, tight sleep shorts and a very thin spaghetti strap tank top that exposed her belly, lounging across the living room couch, putting herself on display in an effort to tease me. It was, to say the least, annoying as hell. She tried this every time I was over: attempting to get me to pop a boner in order to fulfill whatever sick pleasure she received from teasing. I halted Jay before our next game, heading upstairs to use the bathroom so we could continue without interruptions. After finishing my business and washing my hands, and shortly after I opened the bathroom door, Dani coincidentally' walked by the bathroom door on the way to her own room, faking a yawn and stretching her arms above her head. The motion of her arms caused her top to move in a way that exposed a side view of her breast, hardened nipple and all, to me as she went by. I could see the smirk on her face as she went by, and I believe something in me changed. I was tired of her games, her constant teasing with her body.
I called her name, my eyes narrowing as she stopped in her tracks, hands falling to her sides as she turned to face me. She still had her smug smirk on her face, but as our eyes met the look faded, her eyes glassing over slightly. Something came over me as I looked upon her, and as we sat staring at each other I began to speak slowly.
"Wow Dani, I'm surprised to see you up and about...I mean, you haven't been in school since you've gotten pregnant, not that that was a surprise from a girl like you. After all that teasing, for once you finally slept with a guy...and look what happened..." I heard myself say. I didn't feel normal as I spoke, as if something else was in control of my mouth. I didn't know it at the time, but whatever power over people I had, it came from my words.
Dani looked confused; the glassy look still present as she processed what I had said. I watched as a hand raised up from her side and touched her belly as I continued my simple tirade.
"You know, you're practically glowing. I think your brother told me you're having quads? I'm surprised you made it to 8 months."
Her eyes widened as the glassy look dropped from her face, her head tilting downward. Her hand had started rubbing her belly in a circle, and after a few moments it seemed like something was happening down there. Where once she had a flat, toned belly, there was now the distinct evidence of a paunch poking out of her midsection. Her thin shorts clung to the low bulge, and after another few passes of her hand it was bigger. She let out a gasp, her hand barely able to cup the quite obviously growing bulge in her midsection. With the passing of a minute she easily looked 4 months pregnant, her belly pushing her shorts lower down its curve as it continued its outward growth.
I chuckled, whether on my own volition or due to whatever spell I was under, I can't remember. I watched eagerly as her body began to reflect exactly what I had described. I heard several threads pop, her hips and thighs beginning to gain inches as her body took on more of a pregnant shape. Her belly continued its forward march, advancing upon the look of a woman well on the verge of 7 months pregnant.
"I don't understand how you squeezed yourself into that top...your tits are humongous! I don't think you'll have too much trouble feeding all those hungry mouths."
Dani's eyes shifted from her belly to her breasts, her former chest having nothing on her new burgeoning bosom. Her tank top no longer had the flexibility to move, her growing breasts taking up what little space there was, the flesh of her breasts bulging around the straps. Her tight tank top was quickly loosing the battle against her breasts, the sounds of threads popping echoing throughout the hallway. It wasn't helping that her now full-term belly was stretching the bottom hem of the tank top. With pressure coming from both fronts it was a surprise that the straps were the only thing to pop first, the rest of her tank top holding together simply because of pressure. Her chest fought against the remaining threads holding together her top, her quick panting breaths not helping keep her top together.
My eyes focused once again on the panda's belly, her light-tan fur stretching tight over the swell, easily large enough to carry twins. Her former innie belly button had long since inverted, leaving a bump buried in her fur. "Speaking of feeding your little ones, seems like you've sprung a leak. Probably happens all the time, huh? Those things must hold half a gallon each! I'd bet the breast pumps can't keep up..." I said, and as if on cue two dark spots formed around the hard nipples poking into her strained shirt.
She let out a groan, her first indication other than pants and gasps that she was at least semi aware of what was going on. Shortly thereafter her tank top finally gave up holding back the tit-flesh landslide, popping the last seams loudly and fluttering quickly to the floor. Her breasts flopped out, hard black nipples flinging droplets of milk over her bloated belly as they came to rest on her new "natural" shelf. I could see dents form occasionally on the surface of her tummy, the kits inside her making their presence known. Her shorts had fallen from her hips after having the seams ripped, leaving her lower body exposed to my eyes. Her stance shifted, her upper body leaning back as she adjusted to her new center of gravity, her belly and breasts ceasing their growth.
"Oh, I'm sorry...I didn't mean to leave you standing here in the hall...I'm sure your feet and breasts are sore...I'm done with the bathroom, so you're free to use it..." I finished, my former tone of voice fading as I stepped aside and let Dani waddle into the bathroom. The panda sat down on the closed toilet, grabbing something from under the sink and affixing its two cups over her breasts. I stepped away from the bathroom as I heard the whirr of a motor and a few small moans as the red panda expressed her milk into the breast pump.
I returned to Jay, who had swapped over from the game's pause screen to some late night television. He looked over to me as he plopped back down on the nearby sofa, a "What took you so long?" look on his face.
"I ran into your sister on my way out of the bathroom, had to deal with her..." I answered in a none-to-happy tone, only to hear something even more surprising.
"Oh? She's not supposed to be up and about...the doctors said bed rest until she hits her due date," Jay replied, switching back to the game.
I almost didn't believe I'd heard him right. Somehow I had altered things, just by describing things aloud. I tried to do it again that night, something small on Jay, but I hadn't yet figured out how to control my unusual set of abilities.
The next time my abilities "manifested" themselves, was shortly after school, a year later. Dani had given birth to two healthy boys and two healthy girls, and I had refrained from trying to do whatever I did to her again for a while. I lost that control though, on Samantha Crowley, a white-tailed doe and the head cheerleader at the high school. To say she was the stereotypical big-breasted bimbo and notorious slut would be selling her short. She had teased me in a different way, getting my hopes for a date with her then putting me down in front of the whole lunchroom, embarrassing me in front of everyone. Her friends on the cheer squad were no better than her, loving to torture guys and girls less popular then they were.
I was a man possessed that day, waiting until after classes were over, before the cheerleaders were to have their practices. The halls were empty around the Ladies' changing rooms, and I could tell the whole cheer squad was inside changing from the sounds filtering out into the hall. I didn't hesitate, strolling into the locker rooms with a devious smirk on my muzzle. Of course, all the girls there were in various forms of dress, and undress. My main target, though, was Samantha, who was already fully dressed in her uniform. All talk stopped as I strode in, eyes focusing upon me as I unconsciously licked my lips. I felt more in control of my actions this time around, my mind going over what I was going to do with them.
"I'm surprised to see you all here...you all have some dedication, don't you?" I began, the group of eight girls standing and facing me. I noticed the glassy-eyed look that washed over all their faces, although my concentration was on Samantha...I wanted her to know what was happening to her. Her look changed from the deer in the headlights look, to one of confusion, and then anger upon seeing me there. Confusion once again returned to her face when she grasped the fact that she couldn't move, couldn't even respond, and I knew it would stay that way unless I willed it otherwise. "I mean, I heard all of you were kicked from the team due to your pregnancies...especially you, Samantha, with the litter you're carrying..." I added.
Samantha looked at me like I were insane, until her eyes dropped from my face, trying to look down her body without being able to crane her neck forward. I relinquished control of her upper body, allowing her hands to move to her midsection, her fingers pressing into her midriff. It was, of course, too soon for me to tell, but her fingers were pressing into the tight bulge in her belly, a slowly growing bulge. Samantha looked up at me, fear in her eyes as she managed to get out, "Wha...?"
"What's the matter Sam? You are looking at me like that's my fault...if you and your slutty friends hadn't slept around so much with the football team, perhaps you wouldn't be swelling with one of their litters..." I said with an evil grin. I could begin to see the slow growth pushing out the midsection of the deer's uniform, her fingers still pressing into it, almost as if she were trying to hold it in. I took a moment to look over the frightened deer. Her breasts, formerly large D's, were straining against her top, nipples clearly visible through the fabric. I could hear the sounds of threads reaching the limits of their elasticity, not only from Sam, but the other girls in the locker room. The growing bulge of her midsection pushed its way out, the cheer uniform's bare midriff not restricting the growth of her belly at all. Her skirt's waistband, on the other hand, was pushing down the growing curve of her belly. The other girls' growth tapered off at comparatively small pregnancies, most not carrying more than twins, but Sam continued growing, the weight bringing her to her knees. There was a snap as her hips grew through the waistband of her skirt, leaving her in her panties and her cheer top, which were close to joining her skirt on the floor.
I knelt down, feeling the doe's rising belly. "Wow...these big sextuplets are quite active, aren't they...I'd bet they belong to that wolf on the football team...Tony I believe..." I said with a malicious chuckle, feeling her womb suddenly come to life with many little kicks, the puppies squirming inside their mother. Sam's breasts finally grew through her top, the shirt tearing at the seams. I helped it along, tearing it from her chest to release her milk-bloated breasts. They had almost doubled in size, her formerly pink nipples having turned into bumpy reddish-brown teats almost an inch long. My hands stroked up her belly to her breasts, taking both and tightly squeezing them. Pre-milk began to dribble from her nipples, bubbling out of her flesh and dipping down onto my fingers. She let out a gasp and a whine, the pressure in her breasts increasing faster than the flesh itself.
"Goodness Sam...you look practically ready to pop..." I said, the doe letting out a pained moan, her pelt tightening around her squirming womb as the six pups came to term inside her. My eyes trailed down between her legs as there was a sudden gush of liquid from her nethers. She cried out loudly as her water broke, the puddle of birthing juices growing beneath her.
"Oops...spoke too soon...looks like you already did...all of you," I said, raising my head to look at the rest of the girls. "Guess you'll all be joining each other in the maternity ward tonight..." I added. There were groans from all the girls in the room, each one's water breaking and making a mess of the locker room floor. I laughed lightly to myself as I left them, groans echoing through the bathroom as they all suffered through their labor.
Someone had to have found them shortly after I walked out, as the sounds of ambulance sirens came from the distance as I left the school. I was calm as I made my way home...the cheerleaders wouldn't remember I was even there by the time they had their babies.
It was near the end of my senior year in high school that I had almost gotten a hold of how my powers worked. Unfortunately I was unaware that my target/targets not only didn't need to hear me in order to be affected, I didn't even need to speak out loud. The "accident" occurred during my trigonometry class. The class was taught by one of the most attractive teachers in the school, in my opinion: Ms. Elissa Christine, the archetypical cute young teacher. She was a cute, 20-something skunkette. She dressed fairly modestly, wearing long skirts and modestly cut blouses. Always perched upon her muzzle were her glasses, the thin-framed spectacles adding to her overall cuteness. She was very enthusiastic about math, always eager to help her students when they needed it.
It had been an exhausting previous night...I had stayed up late to finish a paper for my history class and was running on only a few hours sleep, and had been fighting sleep for most of the day. I had slipped into a daydream as I admired my teacher, imagining her growing with children...my children. I felt myself smirk as I mouthed, "Mmm...Ms. Christene...how lovely you look with my litter growing in your belly...."
I hadn't immediately caught what I had whispered, too engrossed in my own little fantasy. At the front of the class, Ms. Christine looked flushed as she scrawled a trigonometry problem up on the board, a hand moving down to the waistband of her skirt to readjust it. She turned back to the class, explaining the problem and then calling on one of the students in the room to answer it. I was broken from my fantasy when she called me to answer the problem. I suddenly realized what I had done after noticing the slowly growing bulge in Ms. Christine's midsection, and after quickly answering the problem I quietly put the rest of the class into a stupor...they wouldn't remember anything that was going on.
"I guess I was wrong...you don't look pregnant..." I said quietly, but soon saw no change, her belly pressing out more and more against the waistband of her skirt. There was no turning back, so I decided to just go ahead and watch her grow...I could at least change my story so the litter wasn't mine, so we might as well both enjoy it.
"That's too bad that one night stand with that wolf got you pregnant Ms. Christine, though you do look like you're positively glowing..." I remarked softly, writing the false memories into her head as I heard a small pop. The button of her skirt had lost the fight to her belly, shooting off towards the back of the class as her long skirt crumpled to the floor. She stayed oblivious to her growing girth and her half-nakedness, continuing her lesson even though her pacing motions slowed considerably. She wore a pair of long socks and a pair of lacy white panties, the latter of which were quickly getting obscured by the girth of her belly. Her blouse slowly rode up her swelling belly, revealing the stark white fur of her tummy as it achieved a size similar to a woman 7 months pregnant. Her pacing walk shifted to a pacing waddle as she wrote the class's notes up on the board.
"Those triplets must be big, for how huge you're getting, Ms. Christine...they'll probably be pretty hungry when they're born...I hope you'll have enough to feed them properly..." I said with a smirk, watching as her blouse began to tighten around her bust. She groaned a bit as her bra straps tightened, her modest C-cup breasts pushing out into D and DD sizes. There was a loud snap, the skunk's bra strap snapping under her blouse. She stopped her lecture, giving out some assignments for the class before waddling back over to her desk and sitting down heavily in her seat. She pressed her fingers to her still growing belly, letting out a small moan as she surpassed full term with a single kit. Her tummy had fully pushed her blouse up under her breasts, letting it grow unhindered and pushing her increasing bust upwards.
Ms. Christine's legs slowly spread wider as her belly pushed down and outwards, quickly closing in on the size most women get when having twins. Her breasts easily rivaled the size of cantaloupes, putting great stress on the seams of her blouse. Two small wet spots formed through her blouse, her leaking pre-milk soaking through her bra and finally into her blouse. Her hands slid up the curve of her belly, cupping her hefty breasts with another small moan. Her growth finally slowed, her belly looking very overdue for twins...or just right for her carrying a large set of triplets. She let out a sigh and leaned back in her chair, looking up and surveying the class before struggling to her feet and stepping over to the board, writing down an additional set of problems for homework.
The bell finally rang, signaling the end of class as the rest of my classmates gathered their things and headed for the door. I lingered a little longer in the room, getting another look at my very pregnant half-naked teacher before gathering my things and heading for the door. I found out the next day that she had quickly taken maternity leave, and was intent on adopting off the three girls she was having.
From then on I always made sure to stay alert around others, assuring I never unintentionally said something to change someone. As time went on I refined my abilities and easily made it on through school and out into the real world, in a job I loved. I even found myself a woman who loved me...though I learned one new thing with her about myself: I talked in my sleep. I figured that out when I woke up early one morning, finding my then-fiancasleep on her side. I had leaned over to kiss her, perhaps wake her for a mid-morning romp when I noticed the large round protrusion bulging from my dear bunny's midsection. I carefully removed the covers and confirmed my suspicions...my wife-to-be was expecting, and form the look of it we'd be starting a big family very soon. I learned after that day to keep my mouth firmly gagged before I went to sleep...having to blank that event from my wife's mind wasn't too pleasant an experience....
The end...