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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Rachel_Berry/Jesse_St._James
  Character:
      Rachel_Berry, Jesse_St._James
  Additional Tags:
      Face-Fucking, Spanking, Medical_Kink, Medical, Pregnancy, Pregnant_Sex,
      Teen_Pregnancy, Forced_Pregnancy, forced_impregnation, Puppy_Play,
      innocence_kink, Age_Difference, Underage_Sex, First_Time, Dubious
      Consent, Mildly_Dubious_Consent, Doctor/Patient
  Series:
      Part 8 of Kink_Requests
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-01-15 Chapters: 4/4 Words: 9047
****** My Kitty Tastes like Pepsi Cola ******
by androgenius
Summary
     When Rachel turns thirteen and starts going through puberty, her
     beloved pediatrician Dr. St. James is the first to notice. Taking
     advantage of the girl coming in for a routine check up, he exploits
     her innocence, insisting on an examination of her body's new
     developments. The only problem is-- Rachel is an eager learner.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Rachel had always loved Dr. St. James.
Her pediatrician for as long as she could remember, the older man knew her just
as well as her dads did, always there to greet her with a smile and make her
feel comfortable-- even when something like a dreaded shot was coming up. She
couldn't help but trust him, insisting one day when she was eight that she
promised to never move anywhere without him, if only because she couldn't lose
him as her fantastic doctor.
It was when she turned thirteen that her dads had argued that she should start
seeing a female doctor, a woman to stand in as a female rolemodel, likely an
argument their on-call psychiatrist had made.
Rachel had pitched a fit, shaking her head and throwing the biggest tantrum
they'd seen in a while.
There was nothing they could do. It was Dr. St. James or no one else, and
Rachel, spoiled, precocious young thing always used to getting her way, had put
her foot down.
 
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Rachel has been coming to see him since she was just a baby, has always been
perfectly comfortable with him, doctor's visits never dreaded by the sweet
little girl, her pigtails bouncing along with her when she came into his office
and moved to sit on the examination table that, even now, seems just a bit too
big for her.
It had been when she'd turned five and came in for her yearly birthday
examination in her adorably spotted winter boots and a thick, plush pink coat
that seemed to swallow her up whole that Jesse realized that she would grow up
to be a stunning young woman.
That realization seemed to come to fruition today, Rachel bounding into his
exam room by herself for the first time since her fathers had started bringing
her to his office.
"Hey, Rachel. Where are your dads?"
"They're waiting outside because I'm a big girl now," she slowly nodded,
climbing up onto the exam table and finally making it up on the third attempt.
"They tried to make me go to see a woman, but I said no."
Recognition seemed to hit him all at once. A big girl now. No wonder they'd
wanted her to see a female doctor, Jesse turning to write a brief note on her
chart, resisting the urge to loosen his tie.
"... well, if that's the case, then I'm sure you already know you're here for a
special examination today, right?" He turned to smile at her, nodding to her to
lift up her arms.
"Dads didn't say it was going to be special."
"It is," he slowly took in a deep breath, pulling her sweater up over her head.
This had been so innocent before now, Jesse closing his eyes, forcing himself
to remember that she was still the same girl they had brought in when she'd
been just a month old.
But she wasn't. She was becoming a woman now-- likely already was, and he
deliberately moved to her back to carefully place the stethoscope heated only
by his exhale against her back.
"Breathe for me-- deeply. Yeah, just like that. Again?"
A special examination? What the hell are you thinking, St. James? You're forty-
five, not... twenty and stupid. You could have her medical license revoked if
she blabbed.
That stopped him.
If.
That was a dangerous little word, and he closed his eyes with a swallow as he
moved to her front, letting his hand graze her breast with a shiver down his
back.
This girl trusted him more than she did anyone else-- enough to insist upon
continuing to see him when she could have seen anyone else, someone she might
have been more comfortable with-- a woman. But here she was, all sweet little
budding breasts in his office.
No man, no matter how much self-control he had built up, could ignore that.
Finally pulling away from where he'd lingered at her breast for a little too
long, Jesse returned to his chart.
He needed to pull himself together.
The regular exam was easy enough-- eyes, nose, throat, ears, temperature-- with
the only distraction being Rachel's bare chest still right in front of him,
perky little nipples seeming just cold enough to ache for him to touch them.
Pulling back, he grabbed a pair of gloves to pull on, determined to at least
keep a semblance of medical professionalism about this even as he felt the back
of his neck burning.
"... are you ready for your special big girl exam, Rachel?" It was a miracle
that he was holding it together, keeping on a straight face even as she beamed.
"Yes, Dr. St. James," she grinned, Jesse putting on his best showface smile as
he nodded to her to jump down from the seat.
"Come on down, big girl... that's right." Grabbing the rolling stool to sit on
and scoot up to her, he moved his hands to her hips, easily spinning her around
as she giggled. "Here, face the door, away from me. Just like that."
"What are you going to do?"
"We need to check on your breasts, baby girl." he slowly exhaled, bringing his
hands up to her tiny little baby tits, gently kneading at the soft flesh,
closing his eyes, fighting to keep his voice even as he pinched a nipple. "Now
that you're a big girl, you need to start watching out for those... I'm going
to show you how to, and after I'm done, I want you to touch them regularly to
make sure you don't feel any lumps."
Fuck.
Just the thought of Rachel touching herself when she got home, thinking about
the way he'd taught her, pinching her own nipples...
Biting back a groan, he squeezed her breast a little harder, a soft gasp
leaving Rachel's throat.
"J-just-- once a week or so. In the shower or... in bed." The only thing that
was still vaguely professional about this were his gloves, but fuck if he
didn't want to feel her bare, just those pert little nipples, the feeling of
her soft budding baby tits...
"Okay," she replied, her voice wavering just a bit when he finally pulled back,
swallowing hard, grateful he'd done that out of view, behind her where she
couldn't see how much this was truly affecting him.
"... ready to lay down for me, big girl? Get back up on the table..."
He couldn't believe he was doing this, getting up to write a few more things
down on the chart, finally reaching up to loosen his tie a bit. Suffocating. It
felt like suffocating.
Finally returning to her, her calves dangling happily from the edge of the
seat, he smiled, reaching up to undo the fastening of her skirt. "Want to help
me get this off of you? Here..."
Her panties slid down all too easily alongside that tiny skirt of hers, leaving
her in nothing but Mary Jane's and knee-high stockings, Jesse having to
restrain himself from staring at her perfect little body, just the slightest
bit of hair starting to grow between her legs.
He'd get a closer look at that soon enough.
"Let's get you covered up, I'm sure you're cold..." Her nipples were stiff and
pert as ever, but even so, it was more for his sake to keep her from seeing his
face between her legs when he went in to examine her, grabbing one of the blue
medical blankets to cover her with before pulling out the stirrups.
Unless she was aroused, in which case he'd know that soon enough, too.
"Feet up... into the stirrup. That's a good girl."
The shoes and socks stay on, Jesse watching for a moment as he lifts her other
foot up into the small padded glove, debating it for a moment before simply
securing her ankles.
Christ, she looked sexy spread open like that, Jesse letting his hands run up
the insides of her thighs to spread her open a bit further.
"That's right... you're being such a good girl, Rachel."
"Wh-what are you doing?"
"I'm sure you've noticed that you've been growing hair down here... and you've
probably started your period. So we need to start checking up on you, baby
girl," he explained, pulling the rolling chair to him to sit down on.
"My period?"
Getting back up again, his hand stoked comfortingly at the apex of her thigh-
- almost insistently close to her core as she bit her lip.
"I'm sure you've started bleeding, haven't you, Rachel?"
She slowly nodded.
"Did you tell your dads?"
She nodded again. "They took me to the store and had the pharmacy lady show us
where the pads were. They... stick to my kitty sometimes, and it hurts, so I
don't like wearing them."
"Your kitty?" Dear god, this time he couldn't stop his eyes from going wide as
he stared down at her.
"My pussy," she clarified, Jesse feeling himself go pale.
"... y-yes. And it's a very pretty pussy that you have, Rachel. B-but. Because
you've started bleeding, we'll need to start looking at you down there. Nothing
major. Sound okay to you?"
She slowly nodded, pulling the blanket up a bit, but nevertheless keeping her
baby tits exposed as he let out a slow breath, sinking back down to his stool
as he gently parted her pussy lips.
God, he wanted to taste her.
Even without a light to draw it out, she was wet enough to glisten, Jesse
carefully pulling her open as he just... took a moment to stare, finally
abandoning one of his hands to outline, drawing his gloved fingers over her
inner lips, starting to gently probe inside of her to find her hymen still
intact.
There was no way he could fit a speculum inside of her with that in the way.
And the last thing he wanted was to break her-- or was it? With his cock...
Forcing himself out of his trance, he moved up in his exploration, gingerly
drawing the hood of her clit back with a stifled groan.
She was swollen and erect, the small bud stiff and throbbing with need just for
him to touch as Jesse contemplated taking it into his mouth to suckle, promptly
scolding himself.
Too much. He needed to control himself.
"... D-Dr. St. James?" her soft voice seems to bring him back to the present,
Jesse letting out a slow breath.
"Everything looks just fine, Rachel..." he muttered quietly, bringing his
fingers back to her folds. "These are your labia. I only want you to wash the
outside ones, okay? Or you could get an infection." If she was nodding, he
couldn't see it, her expression hidden by the blanket keeping her covered.
"This is your anus, and this..." his knuckle moved gently over her entrance,
nudging just barely inside. "Is your vagina. If it feels good, you can... touch
yourself here, if you want."
What the hell was he saying?
"S-same with your clitoris. Here--" Pulling back the hood of it to let his
thumb touch on the engorged bud, Rachel inhaled sharply, her eyes going wide
with a whimper. "O-oh--"
Moving to stand, he kept his hand moving, his dick achingly straining against
the inside of his fly by this point as he sped up his finger, watching her face
closely as her breathing sped up. "Does that feel good, Rachel?"
"Ah-- y-yes--"
Tapering off the motion to a long keening whine from her, Jesse let out a slow
breath. "I want you to keep doing this, do you understand? At least once a
week. Make sure it... doesn't hurt."
Rachel nodded, Jesse moving to gently push two gloved fingers inside her,
careful not to break her as he felt for her ovaries, Rachel squirming a bit in
discomfort.
"Those are your ovaries-- but they feel just fine," he muttered, letting the
ball of his hand press against her clit as he softly started pumping his
fingers in and out of her, another sharp gasp leaving Rachel's tiny chest as
her hips moved up against his hand.
Fuck, he needed to come.
He couldn't believe he was doing this, but here he was, carefully unzipping
himself as his fingers inside of her sped up, his thumb moving back to her
clit.
"I need to make sure that your body is capable of achieving orgasm," he
explained, his voice only slightly strained as he pulled his dick out with his
free hand to start pumping, rough and fast, his breathing coming out shallower
and shallower.
"D-Doctor--"
"Almost there, Rachel," he groaned, her sudden clenching from her orgasm
sending her hips off the edge of the table, her thighs trembling as she
squirted all over his finger, drenching his gloved hand.
Jesus christ.
It only took him two more strokes on his dick before he came, most of his come
landing at the edge of the table where he'd aimed, only some of it caught in
her perfect little baby pussy's hairs, Jesse exhaling a bit shakily.
Carefully tucking himself back into his pants, Jesse zipped back up and moved
to grab a few tissues to clean off both her and the exam table, offering her a
warm smile. Trustworthy.
"Still doing okay, Rach?"
Nodding a bit shakily, she offered him a small smile. "That... felt really
good."
He couldn't believe he was about to say this.
"... I'm technically only allowed to do that this once... but if you want to
keep this a secret..." she nodded her head eagerly, her big, brown eyes so wide
and innocent, "... maybe we could do this again when you come in for your next
exam? Just between you and me."
"Yes, please."
Luckiest fucker in the world, that's what he was, undoing the straps around
Rachel's ankles to gently lower down her legs, helping her sit back up again.
"Now... it says here on your chart that your dads wanted me to explain to you
where babies come from."
Nodding eagerly, Rachel scooted back a bit back on her seat, letting her legs
dangle off the end.
"Where you have a vagina, men have penises between their legs."
She nodded again. "I've seen one. On papa."
"When a boy really likes someone, it gets nice and big and hard. Then he can
put it into a girl's vagina."
"... into that hole?"
"That's right. Into that hole. And when he moves his penis in and out of the
girl... eventually it ejects a white fluid from the tip to put into the girl.
And if that happens at the right time... about two weeks before your period...
a girl gets pregnant if the boy isn't using protection, like a condom."
She was quiet for a moment, seeming to think this over before finally blinking
up at him.
"Dr. St. James... do you really like... me?"
Putting on his best, winning smile, Jesse grinned, handing her her clothes back
to put on again.
"Of course I do, baby girl. You're my favorite patient."
Her smile widened.
"Maybe then you can show me how to do that, next time."
"You know, I'm not really supposed to do that..."
"But..."
"But I think we might be able to make an exception. For my favorite patient."
***** Chapter 2 *****
He had no idea how she'd managed to argue the point to her dads, but it was
hardly two months before Jesse saw her again, back in his waiting room as he
opened the door to call in the next patient waiting in his small clinic.
"... Rachel Berry?"
Bounding into his room with a grin, turning back only to wave to her dads, the
slight girl was back on his exam table in a flash, beaming hugely.
"Everything okay, baby girl?"
"Yes, of course, Dr. St. James. I simply explained to my dads that I felt I was
still lacking in my education of the human body. I got my period again, and I
explained that if someone knew how to make this better, it had to be you, and--
"
"Mmhmm... let's start you on Midol. How does that sound? That should take some
of the pain away."
Nodding, she bit her lip, expectantly waiting for something to happen as she
hooked her legs together at the ankles, casually letting them swing.
Birth control. He should talk to her about birth control, now that she was
here, looking for something to manage her cramps. But the thought hit him
harder than he wanted to admit, the tanline at his left ring finger finally
faded enough to no longer be noticeable.
But the ramifications of his thoughts-- taking her in, making her his-- were
staggering. Rachel was barely fourteen, and here he was thinking about how
badly he wished to see the swell of her abdomen, possessively keep her close to
him, raising the child that his ex-wife never wanted-- together. He could just
keep her pregnant, continually fucking her, never letting her poor body have
any rest--
"... doctor?"
That jolted him.
The chances of her getting pregnant from one time of sexual intercourse were
slim to none, Jesse reaching up to swallow hard as he loosened his tie under
his white coat with a soft cough, staring at his chart.
"Rachel, when did you have your last period?"
"... um. It ended... about a week ago."
Fuck.
The chances of her coming back soon enough that he'd have a good chance of
fucking her enough to get her pregnant were... also slim, but considering how
quickly she'd come back this time...
"Have your parents talked to you about birth control, Rachel?"
Of course she shook her head. But-- if he was the one to prescribe it, try to
ensure that she wouldn't get pregnant, he was in the clear. The good guy. The
guy that could never have done this to her, Jesse slowly nodding even as the
back of his neck seemed to burn with possessive need to claim her.
"I'm going to prescribe you some... then you'll only have to take the Midol as-
needed, when the pain gets particularly bad. Until then, the birth control
should do the trick."
Turning back to her, he smiled, leaning his hips back against the counter
behind him.
"But... that's not the only reason you came in here, is it, Rachel?"
"No, sir."
Fuck, she was so well-behaved. Inhaling sharply, Jesse's hand moved to the
cabinet with the blue medical blankets, finally stalling as his fingers touched
on the handle.
No.
Not this time.
"... take your clothes off for me, would you, Rachel, baby?" Then, a moment
later, he quickly added-- "... leave your shoes and socks on for me, you look
so cute in those. And... maybe your skirt, too."
"Thank you, Dr. St. James. I thought they were cute, too," she grinned, eagerly
pulling off her t-shirt and shimmying down her underwear, only left in her bra
on top.
She was about to struggle with the clasp when he held his hand up, shaking his
head.
"Just-- leave it, I'll take care of it," he smiled, moving beside her to gently
drag down the material over her pert little tits, gloved fingers slowly
exploring their size, her nipples. "... these are growing nicely, Rachel," he
breathed softly, doing his best not to stare and blatantly failing as she
glanced up at him.
"D-do you like them?"
"I like them very much, yes. They're beautiful. Just like you." Pausing with a
smile, he finally urged her to lie down, already feeling his pants start to
tent as he looked at the haphazard mess she was, her skirt riding up a bit, her
bra pulled down to expose her sweet baby tits.
"You think I'm beautiful?"
"Mmhmm. I do, baby. Daddy thinks you're the most beautiful girl he's ever
seen."
"Daddy?" she scrunched up her nose with a giggle.
"Daddies teach their little girls things, don't they? So I'm like one of your
daddies... but different. Plus... Dr. St. James is kind of a mouthful, isn't
it?"
She seemed to accept that with a bright smile and a nod.
"Can you make me feel good again, Dr. St. Ja-- um, Daddy?"
"I promise I will, Rachel. But first we'll make me feel good, so I can teach
you about sex. Remember how you wanted to learn about making babies?"
Not that she actually wanted to make one, but fuck. Just imagining her pregnant
with his child made his cock twitch impatiently, his hand moving to his fly.
What was the point of teaching her all of this if it wasn't for his pleasure,
too? The thought of her doing this-- or having sex, for that matter-- with
anyone else completely revolted him.
He couldn't let that happen, slowly drawing down his zipper as his hand ran
into her hair, Rachel turning her head to watch him.
"Yes. Because I'm your favorite patient."
"Mmhmm... our little secret. This is kind of like that, baby girl," he
explained, finally drawing out his aching cock.
Her lips parted in a soft oh just as her eyes widened, Jesse taking the chance
to coax open her mouth before gently drawing his cock inside, letting her
experimentally take in just the head before moving further, starting to force
more of himself into her mouth.
"Mm, just like that... it feels really good if you take it in your mouth like
this, baby... juuust like that."
He let out a strangled groan as she sat up a bit to take him in further, the
hand in her hair tightening instinctively to start fucking her face, his hips
speeding up as his head fell back to the sound of Rachel choking, strands of
spit running from the base of his cock to her mouth as he sped up.
"Mmph--"
"Oh, fuck, baby, you feel so good--"
He was already breaking so many statutes, rules, laws that he didn't care
anymore, just pounding into her hot mouth as his hand tightened in her hair to
sharply drag her off of his cock with a loud groan.
He couldn't come, not yet.
All that sweet come belonged deep inside of her, mixing with her pussy juices
and flowing up past her cervix to get her pregnant. He could already see the
swell of her abdomen in his mind's eye, and he knew that if he didn't restrain
himself, pull himself together, he was going to come all over her face.
So he pulled back to look at Rachel, his hand gently smoothing out her hair
again as he leaned down to press a kiss to her temple.
"Such a good girl."
"W-was that... good?"
God help him, she sounded so uncertain that it broke his heart, and he crouched
down to take her face in his hands, leaning her forehead to his.
"That was the best I've ever had, baby girl. Yes. I promise."
Her face lit up like she'd never felt quite so much joy and pride, and he
couldn't help but agree. His own little fucktoy, such a good girl, so easy to
train and mold to his needs... everything his wife never found an interest in,
he couldn't help but wonder if Rachel wouldn't simply grow to love it-- calling
him Daddy, him already picturing her with a collar around her throat as her
naked, pregnant belly swung low to the ground, her swollen tits left only for
him to touch.
"What's next, Daddy?"
Fuck, this girl would be the death of him.
"I promised I'd make you feel good before I show you how to fuck, didn't I?" he
smiled, pulling the stirrup back out to set her feet into the padded sections,
eagerly parting her legs and strapping her ankles back on.
"Mhm."
Dragging her skirt up some more, he exhaled sharply at the sight of her near-
bare pussy, pulling the stool back to between her legs.
"Have you been practicing? Making sure you stay nice and healthy?"
Rachel nodded eagerly as Jesse slowly drew two longer fingers into her dripping
cunt, already starting off his fingers' ministrations at a rapid pace, causing
her hips to jerk up and her breathing to speed up as she whimpered, loud.
God, the thought of her touching herself had him already struggling to pull his
zipper down, opening his pants to pull out his cock to stroke as he watched her
eyes roll back, her body beg him for more of what he had to offer.
Of course she had to love this-- he was older, more experienced, knew what he
was doing.
And she knew it, too, or she'd gone to seek help with one of the boys in her
class instead of with him-- something that took her coercing her dads into
bringing her back here.
Of course she wanted this.
"Ahh-- D-daddy-- Daddy, please touch my kitty!"
"Shhh," he chided her even as his smile widened. "You want me to touch your
baby clit?"
"Yes!"
"Mm," he moved his hand off his cock to let his thumb press against her clit
with an instant cry, smiling at her reaction. "Where do you touch yourself,
Rachel?"
"M-my breasts-- a-and my kitty," she gasped, Jesse biting back a groan as his
thumb sped up on her clit.
"In your bed?"
"Y-yes-- in the morning after I wake up."
"... every day?"
"Yes!" she cried out, coming hard as she clenched around his fingers.
That wasn't good enough-- she hadn't squirted like last time, and Jesse
couldn't help but wonder if she didn't need more build-up before, more teasing,
finally deciding that it could wait until he was inside of her-- but that meant
doing the work now.
So he leant down, curling his fingers inside of her and latching onto her clit
to suckle, eliciting a sharp scream from her.
"Wh-- ahh--"
Pounding his fingers inside of her, he grazed his teeth against her clit,
recognizing all too well that if these walls were any less thick, he'd have to
gag her.
Fuck, that was a delicious visual, Jesse wondering if he couldn't make her bark
around a ballgag, see how good she was at not just having her mouth stuffed to
the hilt, but keeping it that way.
She was right about to come, he could feel it, hear it, and he promptly drew
back from her to line himself up. He was still the educator here, and he panted
as he looked down at her restless form, letting his head trail up and down her
folds, spreading precome at her entrance before moving up to linger at her clit
with a groan.
"You know how I put my penis in that pretty little mouth of yours? It felt
really good... so I wanted to show you how good it could feel for someone to
put their mouth on your kitty, Rachel."
"Mm-- p-please-- I-- I want to feel it--"
"Oh, you will, baby girl. I'm going to put my penis in your kitty now, are you
ready? It's big, so it's going to hurt a bit... but Daddy promises to take care
of his girl and her pretty little pussy."
Seeing her nod impatiently was all he needed, Jesse pushing inside of her to
finally claim what was his. After over thirteen years of taking care of her,
waiting for her to finally emerge from the beautiful bud of her youth to bloom-
- he deserved her just as much as he knew she needed him, finally tearing
through her hymen, something no one could take away from him now.
"Ah!"
Moving his finger back to her clit, he started pounding into her-- fast, slow,
fast, fast, slow-- until she begged him to just fuck her properly, his finger
speeding up on her clit.
"Fucking-- feel so good--"
"Daddy--" she whimpered as he reached up to grope roughly at her breast,
twisting and pinching at her baby nipple.
"You're so fucking tight, baby girl-- Daddy can't wait to make you his--"
She had to be in pain, but from all his teasing, he knew she couldn't wait to
take his come, couldn't wait to scream out his name again.
"Come on, come for your daddy--"
It was a particularly rough twist of her nipple as he squeezed at her clit that
had her squirting all over his shirt and his tie, clenching around his cock to
draw what had to be the hardest orgasm of his life from him as he poured
himself deep inside of her. All he could do was pray that the timing was right,
that he could expect her back in just three months for a prenatal as he
groaned, his head falling back at the feeling.
She was delicious, Rachel a quivering, trembling mess beneath him as he started
littering her sweet face with kisses-- her temple, her cheek, her chin, her
nose, her forehead, and finally her lips, leaning his forehead against hers
with a smile before pulling away to draw out of her, grabbing tissues to clean
her up, slow and careful as she struggled to free herself from the straps
around her ankles.
Not just yet, Jesse smiling to himself at the sight of her strapped down and
struggling, helpless like this.
"How was that, baby girl," he looked to her as he busied himself with cleaning
up her sore, swollen pussy, just drenched with his come. Ideally, he'd leave
all of it inside of her to run down the inside of her thigh and make her
uncomfortable for the rest of dinner, leave her squirming and moaning with no
idea why she felt the way she did. But someone might get suspicious, and he
couldn't have that. Not if he was to become her rightful guardian when Hiram
and Leroy Berry's precious, innocent baby girl started swelling with his seed.
God, he could just picture her now, stuffed so full of come that her stomach
ached and distended, Jesse groaning from the thought alone as he tucked himself
back into his pants and sighed.
"G-good. I'm... sore, but..."
"That'll get better..." looking to his shirt, he frowned. Nothing he could do
about that until he got home to do the laundry. On second thought, the smell of
her... "Such a mess, you made," he muttered, buttoning up his white coat over
his dress shirt and tie with a smile as Rachel whimpered. "Here, let me help
you out of these."
Helping her up and out of the stirrups, Rachel sat up and easily started
pulling her clothes back on, panties first as Jesse helped right her bra again
and made sure her pigtails didn't look too unkempt.
"We'll see you back soon?" he smiled when she finally got her shirt over her
head, his hand squeezing reassuringly at her shoulder as he handed her script
to her for the birth control.
"Very soon," she beamed, leaning up to kiss his cheek before hopping down from
the exam table to head out the room and up to her dads, Jesse watching with a
smile as offered a soft nod of greeting to them both.
"I do hope so, baby girl."
***** Chapter 3 *****
Rachel Berry was hardly stupid. Even at thirteen, she was a well-educated,
well-rounded young woman.
Well-educated enough, certainly, to look up each and every one of the bad words
that Dr. St. James had used, to look up sex and the different kinds of it,
careful to delete her browsing history after.
One thing she learned quickly-- Midol worked to quell the painful onset of her
cramps just fine, and her birth control was something she really didn't want to
take.
If Dr. St. James had thought that he would prevent her from getting pregnant
with this prescription, he was wrong.
She wanted this, and no one was going to stop her from flushing her pill down
the toilet every morning after her facial skincare routine if it meant that his
baby would keep growing in her belly.
She still touched herself, but the images in her mind now to accompany were
different, more vivid. Suddenly, instead of just massaging at her baby breasts
and pinching at her little clit and pretending it was her wonderful doctor, she
would press her fingers inside of herself and pretend it was his cock as she
cried out daddy with every orgasm-- hopefully soon a literal cry.
It was a genius move on his part. Crying out daddy meant that her dads never
suspected a thing, just coming to her room in the morning to quietly knock and
respond to her call, to which she usually told them that she was awake, and
that she was hoping breakfast would be ready soon, careful to keep her voice
even as she stilled her fingers inside of herself and on her baby clit.
Years of acting and voice lessons were finally paying off, all the breath
control in the world coming to her aid right when she needed it. Obviously she
couldn't beg to see him again so soon, not a week or two weeks since she last
had, and acting couldn't help her there.
Until she started throwing up, rendering the need to act in the first place
unnecessary.
She hid it for two weeks until they finally caught her in the downstairs
bathroom after breakfast one morning, and she'd managed to convince them for
two days that it might just be a stomach bug, wanting to know if this was
finally it, that she was pregnant, but in the end, her dads' tendency to out-
worry her had won, Rachel pouting in the waiting room.
If she really was sick-- which she doubted, considering that she didn't have a
fever, cough, stomach ache, or physical aches and pains to go with all that
vomiting-- then he wouldn't want to touch her, not for fear of making her hurt,
or worse-- her infecting him.
But if she was pregnant...
"Honey, are you sure you don't want us to go in with you?" her papa had asked,
Rachel easily shaking her head. This was the only time she really got to spend
with Jesse all by herself, and she wasn't about to pass it up. Especially not
when they had such big, important, adult matters to discuss.
"I'll be fine, dads. I'm a big girl now."
 
                                       &
 
Jesse had been unable to finish his lunch when he'd seen her out in the waiting
room, his heart racing. Unless she really was sick-- doubtful, all things
considered, the timing far too perfect for this-- she could only be here for
one reason.
If she was actually sick, he wasn't sure how to handle the disappointment, the
gripping fear that someone else might touch her between now and when he finally
got to see her again-- that was, if her dads even let her come back to him,
considering that she was easily the oldest girl in the waiting room by this
point.
"Rachel," he muttered softly as he closed the door behind her, heading back to
the counter to pull out a short, wide orange urine sample, leaving the label
unmarked before handing it to Rachel and nodding to the door. "Would you mind
peeing a bit in here for me, baby?"
Bless her heart, she looked so confused, but finally headed to the bathroom
with a nod as she unscrewed the lid.
"Oh-- leave the door open, would you?"
He couldn't help it, there was something impossibly innocent about her even now
that she was a woman-- his woman, if he was being precise-- and he smiled as he
watched her draw down her panties, ones with kittens on them this time,
appropriately enough.
"Those are cute," he smiled as Rachel looked up to him, meeting his gaze as she
shifted a bit to position the cup.
"I thought you might like them, Daddy."
The fact that she was already this comfortable-- enough to let him watch her
pissing-- spoke volumes about their relationship, and he smiled as she squeezed
her eyes shut, seeming to focus intently on the task at hand until the telltale
trickle sounded at the bottom of the plastic.
Not even a single question as to why. Just unwavering faith and devotion.
Exactly what he needed from his little bitch.
Watching as she put the lid back on the cup, carefully wiped the outside of any
splatter, and finally wiped her pussy, Rachel brought the cup out to him with a
small smile, Jesse beaming.
"Thank you, Angel. Now-- you're back soon."
Beaming, she rocked back and forth on her feet a bit.
"I've been throwing up."
The mental process to connect two and two was a fast one, Jesse taking a good
look at Rachel before he taking the cup to the door. "I'll be... right back,
okay? Hang tight."
She had to know. Vomiting was hardly an exciting thing, and the way she'd
looked so fucking proud...
"I need you to do a lab report on this sample immediately, no questions," he
barked at the nurse, setting the urine sample down on the counter with a
poignant stare. "I'll be in the exam room with a patient; bring me the results
as soon as you're done with them. And please--" he turned back one last time, "
knock before you enter."
He was back to the exam room in no time at all, Rachel having since relocated
to the exam table, her little legs dangling, her knees spread carelessly wide,
Jesse staring for a long moment as he closed the door behind him.
"How long have you been feeling sick?"
"I haven't been feeling sick, I've been throwing up." A beat. "Why did you make
me pee?"
"We'll see, won't we?" Scooting over to the counter, Jesse picked up her file,
looking through a couple of past notes and papers. "Any other symptoms?"
"I'm not sick!"
Rachel was getting restless, a huff escaping her. He knew what she wanted-- an
exam just like before. But he couldn't very well do that when the nurse was
coming any moment now with the results...
"Maybe not in the traditional sense... when was your last period?"
"March 22nd."
"You skipped a period," he muttered softly, his stomach flipping with clear
excitement. "And you started throwing up?"
"Two weeks ago"
"And have you had sex in that time?"
Of course, that wasn't the question-- but they both knew that already. Have you
had sex with anyone other than me? His eyes seem to challenge her, demand the
only answer allowed by him. As much as he wanted her insatiable, the caveat
that remained was that she needed to be insatiable for his cock and his cock
alone.
"Of course not," she fired back, crossing her arms over her chest in obvious
irritation.
She was so cute when she got angry, Jesse quickly getting up at the sound of
the knock after making another note on his chart.
"Ingrid? The results?" Just reaching them into the room before she closed the
door again, Jesse eagerly flipped to page three, the only result that really
mattered.
"Yes," he muttered quietly, feeling his knees waver in their strength as he
stared at the letters from the nurse's notation before him, the little checked
box.
Patient is pregnant.
"What?" Rachel was growing impatient, not that Jesse seemed to care, dropping
the results to pick up his prescription booklet again, writing a few scripts.
"I'm going to prescribe you something for the vomiting and a few other things,
Rachel... we'll start you on Prenate DHA, Prenate Elite, and NataChew. None of
these are over the counter, so you will need the scripts... I'd hate for you to
get any less than the best. I'm also writing here that if they have any
questions or comments that I'm the primary contact on your... condition, as it
would be against the law for them to discuss this with your dads, do you
understand."
Rachel slowly nodded.
"The vomiting should get better soon enough, okay baby girl?"
She was quiet for a long moment.
"... you're not... going to examine me?"
Letting out a slow breath, Jesse moved over to her, eagerly standing between
her legs as he leaned in to kiss her forehead, softly whispering.
"Know that I would like to... but that you're not scheduled for that kind of
exam this time, and unlike last time, today I have back-to-back appointments.
I'm sorry, baby. You know how I hate to disappoint my favorite girl." She was
still pouting when he leaned in close to whisper in her ear. "Just know that,
should anything happen to you, and your parents found out, I am just a phone
call away. In fact, I insist that you reach out to me before anyone else. Given
that I'm... responsible for this... condition, after all."
Her eyes lit up at that, going wide as she looked on him, Jesse softly smiling
as he caught her chin between thumb and forefinger.
"Really?"
"Really, baby girl. So I'm going to do you one better than another exam, okay?"
She nodded, Jesse licking his lips before he tilted her face up to his to lean
in to kiss her, soft and slow and reverent before his tongue begged for
entrance from her lips, tilting his face against hers to deepen their kiss as
his thumb played at her cheek, gently caressing her skin with a sigh against
her lips when he finally drew back, resting his forehead to hers.
"How's that?"
Beaming up at him, she slowly nodded, hopping down from the table, seemingly
unable to stop smiling even as she took the slips-- three with her
prescriptions, one with his cell phone number..
"Thank you, Daddy."
***** Chapter 4 *****
The phone call was a foregone conclusion, an inevitability-- that much Jesse
had known the second he'd met her fathers fourteen years ago. They had always
been fiercely protective of Rachel's innocence.
What he hadn't expected was for it to come accompanied with smiles instead of
tears.
As it turned out, Rachel's fathers hadn't caught on even with her at four
months pregnant thanks to some careful dress choices, her swollen belly easily
attributed to the fact that she'd been eating so much more lately, and it had
been of her own volition that she'd packed a bag and taken a walk, finally
calling him on her cell phone once she'd reached a landmark.
"I left a note," she explained, and he didn't need much more convincing than
that, not when it had been an agonizing over two months without her.
Keeping his hands to himself on the ride to his condo, Jesse held on even
through a terse conversation with Leroy Berry-- yes, sir, she walked to the
clinic... she is just fine... of course, I'd be happy to keep her here watch
her... I can certainly understand your feelings in the matter, Mr. Berry; I
don't know what I'd have done if it had been me... no one blames you in any of
this, I can assure you... I have an extra guest bedroom; no need to apologize
or thank me, your baby girl will be fine with me-- as Rachel had watched him
with big eyes, her legs dangling from the edge of the dining room chair she'd
claimed as her own.
If anyone had asked Jesse, it couldn't have gone better.
"Is he mad?" Rachel's voice softly cut through the silence at the end of his
conversation, Jesse hanging up the phone as he turned to her.
"No, baby girl. He just thinks you'll be better off with me for a while. And I
can't help but agree with him."
Nodding, Rachel got up to wrap her arms around him, Jesse only pulling back to
move to his knees before her, tugging up on the billow dress to expose her
swollen abdomen with a reverent sigh.
"Look at you... so beautiful already," he muttered, his hand gently running
over her skin with a warm smile, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her front.
"You're getting so big, baby girl."
"D-do you like it? Do you--" She stalled. "-- like me like this?"
"I think you've never looked more beautiful," his smile widened, taking her
hand to lead her to the living room to take a seat. "From now on, the only
thing that matters is you and keeping our baby safe, do you understand?" She
nodded, dutiful as ever.
"That's good, Rachel," he smiled as he pulled her into his lap to straddle him,
her big belly touching against his stomach as he possessively ran his hand over
her front. "Because I doubt that's going to be the last one."
 
                                       &
 
Their arrangement was perfect. Over the summer it hadn't mattered, but with
September looming on the horizon, Jesse easily had her homeschooled. She was
disciplined enough to actually do as he asked while he went to work during the
days, and in the evenings she was consequently rewarded.
Jesse couldn't remember a time he'd had this much sex-- let alone in this short
a span-- eagerly fucking Rachel in the morning before work upon her request and
again when he got home, sometimes again a third time before bed. Refusing to
let her clean herself off-- or wear panties-- he wanted to make sure that she
stayed filled up to the brink with his come, and when she wasn't, he loved
seeing it run down the inside of her thighs, Rachel squirming to spread it out
over the skin between her legs. The only exception to the rule was when he
decided to go down on her again after coming in her sweet little kitty, eagerly
scooping out fingerfuls of their mixed come to drink down.
She was such a good little slut, he could hardly believe his luck with getting
to keep her near him-- just one of the many benefits of being a doctor who knew
precisely how to handle his girl's prenatal examinations on a daily basis,
making sure everything was developing just fine.
Her little trick with the birth control, as she'd explained, had been a quite
cute and clever attempt to get pregnant, and Jesse delighted in the knowledge
that she'd wanted this alongside him, not just an innocent victim in the face
of his coercion-- not that it didn't help that she'd looked so damn proud
telling him that she'd been getting sick.
Not that he could blame her. Even now, at eight months pregnant, she was the
most beautiful girl he'd ever seen-- perhaps even more so from the swell of her
belly, the distended weight that she cradled in her arms when she moved on top
of his cock to fuck him. Her sex drive was still insatiable, and Jesse couldn't
help but attribute that fact to her age. At over three times his lover's age,
he truly felt like the luckiest son of a bitch alive.
She'd been horny and whining constantly this morning-- not even his come to
swallow had been enough, and that had been after he'd fucked her roughly at the
edge of the couch, him on his knees as he kept her comfortably propped up
against a wealth of pillows. He'd needed time to recuperate, but it seemed that
no matter how hard he went at it, unless he returned to how he could fuck her
at the beginning of her pregnancy and before, she wasn't about to be satisfied.
So he improvised.
"Rachel...?" he called out with a small smile, only to be returned a soft,
impatient whimper from the bedroom. His little slut really was insatiable,
Jesse smiling as he hovered in the doorway, greedily drinking in the sight of
her fingers playing against her tiny baby clit.
"O-oh please, Daddy--" she keened out loudly, Jesse slipping into the room with
a slow shake of his head.
"Stop," he ordered, her hands reluctantly stilling as his own came to rest atop
hers. "That's better... considering that I think you want to be a good girl. Do
you?"
With Rachel nodding eagerly as she sat up, Jesse grinned, taking her hand to
slowly pull one one long brown sock to cover her arm completely, before letting
the other follow. Then her feet.
"... are we playing pup--"
"Shh," he promptly shook his head. "Dogs don't talk, Rachel."
Pressing her lips together, she waited patiently for him to finish with her
feet before sitting up to let him snap on the collar around her neck.
"Present," he ordered, watching as Rachel scrambled around to lean her forearms
down on their pile of pillows, carefully set up by him to ensure that both her
and the baby would be safe to fuck during the pregnancy, even now that her
belly was big enough to almost hang to the bed when she moved to all fours.
"That's a good girl, a good bitch. You have no idea how nice and pregnant you
look like this--" Leaning in to whisper in her ear, he smiled almost wickedly,
letting his hand sail down on her ass as she keened out a moan. "I wish I could
have you looking like this all the time... so nice and round just for me."
Reaching down underneath her belly, he gently let his hand trail over her
distended pregnancy before drawing it up, up, to roughly pinch at her nipple,
squirting some of her milk out as she yelped, Jesse grinning hugely.
She needed him to be rough, he'd be rough.
"Your tits have gotten so nice and big, baby... I hope they stay like this.
Don't worry-- I'll keep knocking you up and we can keep giving you babies to
latch on and breastfeed."
His smile widened as he spanked her again to another yelp, Jesse laughing as he
grabbed hold of her hair to yank back.
"... is that the noise dogs make, Rachel?"
She frantically shook her head.
"Try again-- Rachel, speak!"
"W-woof!"
"That's better... now what does my baby puppy want, hmm?"
Sitting back, he grinned as he watched her brown makeshift paws scramble at his
fly, looking up at him so pitifully even as her belly swung gently below her.
"Careful now... come on, Rachel. Dogs use their teeth... don't make me punish
you for being a bad dog..."
This was what he loved most about Rachel as his hand ran into her hair, gently
petting her as she fought with the fly of her pants, finally getting it open.
She was tenacious, determined, in everything she did... but above else, she was
fiercely devoted. For him, she'd do anything, Jesse's smile widening as he
gently stroked her teeth.
"You ready for your treat, baby girl?"
"Woof!"
"Go on, take it!" he laughed, easing her head down his length with a grin as he
watched her start sucking him, a soft groan leaving him even through the smile
on his face, his hand tanglin back in her hair to urge her up and down, harder
and harder, deeper-- fucking her face until she couldn't take it anymore.
"Touch yourself," he gasped as he buried his cock in her throat and held her
face down, Rachel barely gasping for air as she choked, coming from her paw's
friction against her clit all the same.
"Mmrgh--"
Finally letting up on the pressure at the back of her head, Jesse grinned,
rounding her swollen and pregnant form to gently hover at back, pushing one,
two, three fingers sharply inside of her as he let his mouth latch onto her
clit.
She looked like such a fucking slut spread open like this, Rachel widening the
stance between her knees to get more of her pussy into view for him, let him
have at more of her glistening, dripping wet cunt.
"Mm, such a gorgeous kitty that you have, Rach," he groaned against her clit,
his fingers pumping insistently in and out of her as she moaned into the
pillows she was balancing herself on, her elbows digging into plush, feathery
support system for her upper body as she shook in response to his
ministrations-- all until Jesse finally curled his fingers inside of her,
Rachel crying out as she came, hard, clenching around him.
"Yes, just like that-- Rachel, speak!"
"Woof! Oh-- o-oh, woof!" she yelped out loud, rutting back against his hand
until he suddenly pulled free of her to sit up on his knees as Rachel bounced
her hindquarters up and down in the hopes of getting him to want to fuck her.
"Relax, baby girl, I'm coming... you want Daddy's dick in your precious, pretty
little kitty?"
"Woof! Woof!" she quickly sounded out, moving back against him as he groaned,
lining himself up and pressing inside of her to the hilt.
"This is one of the medically deepest positions I can fuck you in, Rachel..."
he leaned in to whisper roughly in her ear, easily bending over her body, "I
wonder if I fucked hard enough if I could force another baby up into your
precious kitty... give you a whole litter to give birth to."
Rachel responded with a keening whine as she whimpered, Jesse growling
possessively as he quickly started to move-- he knew that if he did this too
hard, she could get hurt, and kept himself appropriately at bay with a
shallower angle, roughly pounding into her that way, perfectly safe even as she
screamed for him.
"Come on," he pounded into her with a groan, bending to reach into their
nightstand to take out a small vibrating bullet, promptly turning it on to
press flush against her clit. "Come for me, baby girl--"
"Ahh-- yes--!" she squirted before she could stop herself, hard, quickly and
thoroughly ensuring that he could wash these sheets as soon as this session of
theirs was over from the spray of her release, clenching around Jesse's cock
enough to coax his orgasm from him with a groan, eagerly coating her insides
with his come-- the same that had made her pregnant not eight months before in
his office.
"Fuck, Rach--!"
"D-daddy..." she whined, Jesse's breathing slowly evening out as he leaned
forward to press a long kiss to her temple.
"I love you, too, baby girl."
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