Knocking Up The School Girls

It started just like any other day at Slut Class, with the girls filing in to already find Rob Daily reclining on his throne, his teacher’s pet laid across his lap.

Only this time, it was not Kamala Khan, as she had finally been dethroned. In her place, Raven lounged across Rob’s lap, legs idly swinging in the empty air, her hands wrapped around Rob’s neck possessively. She had toned down most of her demonic transformation, the skin, the wings, and the tail were all gone, but the horns remained. Rob thought they looked sexy, and he loved a girl who came with handlebars installed.

There was also one notable change to Raven’s form - her great, big baby belly! An almost perfect spherical form distending from her normally flat tummy, the cattle skull brand stretched across the skin and glowing with sinister pride. She looked like she was due any moment, even if she was only one day into her three month gestation, so Rob knew it was only an illusion, but he loved it anyway. He placed one big, broad bearpaw of a hand against the protruding belly, eager to have it for real. Eager to have a **** for each hand, their bodies warped to resemble a fertility goddess, bellies big enough that even he could not hold them.

So, yes, the day began like any other, but it became very apparent very quickly that it would not be business as usual today for Slut Class.

“Girls, I have a few announcements to make.” Rob said to his assembled schoolgirl slaves after they all arrived and settled. “First, as you can see, Kamala is no longer my teacher’s pet. I can’t believe it took the entirety of the course, but Raven has taken her spot.” Raven smirked smugly at the other girls. “So congrats to my slutty demoness, but applause for Kamala just for sheer longevity.”

A bit of applause came for both Raven and Kamala, the former basking in it while the latter blushed and waved it off, dismissively. However, before it even ended, Megan’s hand rose into the air, a curious look on her face.

“Wait, sir, did you say ‘the entirety of the course’?” She asked and Rob nodded for confirmation. Only then did his words begin to sink in. “Does that mean-”

“Unfortunately, Miss Morse, yes, you are correct.” Rob hung his head in shame before lifting it in pride. “I have taught you girls everything you need to know. You are now all perfect sluts and even more perfect sexslaves. Today will be the final day of Slut Class.”

The air went out of the room. The girls looked stricken. They all knew that this had to end at some point in time, but they didn’t want it to end now, and not this way. Slut Class had changed their lives and they wanted to be Mr. Daily’s schoolgirl fuckdolls forever and ever.

Seeing the despair on the adorable faces of said schoolgirl fuckdolls, Rob held up a hand for pause. “Now, don’t worry girls, this won’t be the last you’ll see of me. After all we’ve been through, I would have to be crazy to pass up on having each and everyone of you as my sexslaves. I’ll be fucking your slutty bodies, for the rest of your lives, for a long time coming, trust me.”

This assertion of ownership mollified the girls, all of them settling down. Some were now smiling, happy to know their future with Rob was secure, but others leaned forward and retained their curiosity as to what would come next.

“You’re young, beautiful, slutty, and submissive - each and everyone of you has become the perfect modern young woman.” Rob said to the collective, laying on the praise for the twenty-seven lovely ladies. It may have been a bumpy road to start, but he was proud of Slut Class and what he had accomplished. And what the girls had become. “Whether you go into arts or entertainment, hero-work or whore-work, or any other field, I foresee a bright future for all of you beautiful young women.

“As for your near future though, well…” Rob pawed at Raven’s belly. “Your eyes do not deceive you, Raven is with child. My child.” Another cheer went up from the class, Star and Megan crying out the loudest. Raven pretended not to hear or care. “And she won’t be the only one. Because I had yet another ulterior motive for starting up this class.” It did not take long for realization to creep in amongst the girls.

“Wait, do you mean…?” Kamala said, trailing off, as both her question and the answer were patently obvious.

“Today, before I unleash you on the world, I’m going to turn you into my teenaged baby mamas. I’m gonna knock the whole lot of you up in one go.” Rob’s voice was thunderous with his glee and desire, even as a murmur rose up from the class. It was to be expected, he had given them no hint of his ultimate desire until now. “Consider this your graduation exam, ceremony, and present all at once. You’re welcome, by the way.”

“Here and now?” Jiro gasped, eyes wide in shock. And she wasn’t the only one to have that reaction. “Sir, do you really-”

Rob did not rise from his throne. Instead, twenty-seven Robs appeared out of the blue, surging forth in a tide of masculine lust and primal desire. A swarm of bestial Neanderthals fuelled by their collective breeding fetish beset the classroom and the girls, grunting and snorting as they each took a partner for themselves. Even if they were in the right state of mind to fend off Rob’s advances, they would not be able to. Plenty of the girls were mundane, powerless normals, but many more possessed magic and powers that Rob did not. All of the power those girls possessed meant nothing to the strength Rob wielded, for he was empowered by his perverted desires, a **** far greater than any of the schoolgirls could match, together or alone.

Things progressed at the normal clip that was today, breeding day. There were girlfriends like Luz and Amity or Anne and Sasha who purposefully paired together by their Robs, **** to watch as their lover was fucked and impregnated, and then **** to praise their brutish teacher for **** themselves and their beloved. Their love had been fully twisted by Rob’s lust so that even an emotion so sacred served him and his desires.

There were those that professed their joy over their impending motherhood - both the expected and the unexpected. Hermione was moved to tears of joy that that man she loved would be giving her a child. Kamala and Starfire, sentimental and emotional young ladies they were, were also happy to have Rob’s kids, Kamala especially beaming because she had been an official part of the harem for so, so long.

But it was America Chavez whose enthusiasm was the most surprising. Originally so taciturn and standoffish, now America was happy to embrace her role as not only Rob’s ****, but the American dream, the American ideal. And in her warped mind, the American ideal was not only to be a powerful hero, but also a wife, lover, and mother.

A few were less happy about what was being foisted on them. Jiro, Tsu, and Kendo had concerns as to how their pregnancy would affect their fledgling hero careers, a valid point, but Rob was confident the three month period would be nothing. And, if it came down to it, he could always have the girls modified so that they could fight and move seamlessly, nine-month pregnant bellies or not.

Cho’s concerns were, fitting for her new personality, absolutely vapid. She simply didn’t want a rugrat weighing her down and hurting her new career in adult entertainment. Well, not until the child was old enough and they could do some mommy-daughter vids together. Rob was not surprised. Just another kid to be raised by the system. The system that was totally anomalous at the moment and he needed MJ, Wanda, and Zatanna to construct.

For other girls, specifically a pair of redheads, Rob was already picking out baby names even as he fucked a baby into them.

“....They have to be names that end in ‘m’ or ‘n’, really. Preferably with an ‘i’ or ‘y’ before them.” Rob told Kim Possible, gabbing as he thrust into her. “‘A’ works too, I guess. Works for your mom. So, names like ‘Rin’, ‘Jin’, ‘Lynn’ or ‘Ran’, ‘Jan’ or… hmm. Oh! ‘Milan’! Milan Possible! That’s clever and sexy!”

Rob’s blathering was enough to throw Kim out of rhythm of sex, brow furrowed as she tried to decipher his meaning. “Those are all nice names for a girl, sir, but why is it so important they have to be named like that?”

“To maintain the pun in your name, Kimmy.”

Kim just looked at Rob, dead serious and stonefaced, more confused than anything. “What pun?”

“‘Wren’, ‘Jen’, ‘Gen’ - that one with a ‘G’ - ‘Shen’. ‘Beni’ and names like that are okay, but not perfect. They should really just rhyme with ‘ten’ straight up.” Rob was giving the similar treatment to Gwen Tennyson, adamant that her brood keep her family’s theme naming, too.

Gwen writhed and whined, due to the sheer pleasure from her teacher’s cock digging into the deepest regions of her sex and also due to Rob’s insistence on this. “Is it really important that their names rhyme with ‘ten’?”

“Yes!”

Much like Kim, Wednesday was fairly stonefaced during her fucking, but Rob knew his sardonic, moody big-tittied goth GF-**** well enough that she was loving it. There was a small curve to her black-painted lips - not a smile, never a smile on Wednesday Addams, but it was something - and the spark of something akin to joy in the deep, dark pits that were her black eyes. Wednesday loved being his little cocksleave, she just had a different way of showing it.

Grabbing her thick thighs and pushing them back, putting her ankles behind her head, Rob pressed his considerable weight down on Wednesday, plunging his cock deep into her cunt. Even she couldn’t help but gasp and shudder from the power of Rob’s magic dick.

“So, bet you never thought you’d end up being a mommy, Wednesday, huh?” Rob chuckled to the emotionless girl. “What do you think about that?”

“It doesn’t matter what I think, sir, you taught me that.” Wednesday said in a low tone, breath coming out in shallow huffs. “I’m just an object for pleasure, my opinion doesn’t matter.”

Rob grinned down at her. “Now there’s a good girl. I love a breedable young woman who knows her place.”

“Yes.” Wednesday grunted, flatly, her hips bucking unconsciously, eyes going cross for just a split-second. “All that matters is what you want, sir. And if you want to use my body and fuck it, over and over, fill my womb with your divine seed to create a child - another **** - then so be it. Free will is a lie, and it is liberating to know the truth.”

“And, of course, you’ll raise our girl to see things the way you see them, right? To see me the way you see me?” To twist the knife, Rob fully pressed himself down on Wednesday, flattening her and filling her up, the fullness of his weight and the totality of his cock smothering her entire body, inside and out.

Her demeanour broke, gasping and panting in start, voice rising and higher as words tumbled from her mouth.

“Yes sir. Yes Master. Anything. She’ll see you as a god, just like I do. She’ll do anything for you, just like I will. She’ll find joy in submission, ah ah ha…. Just like meeeeee!!!”

With so many slaves (and so many yet to come), it was easy for some girls to just fall into the cracks. Sure, Rob’s love and lust was what summoned them all to this world to begin with, but even a man with a heart and libido as big as his couldn’t account for all of them all the time. It did, from time to time and case to case, sometimes lead to him rediscovering his attraction for them all over again.

Makoto Nijima was one of those cases.

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With her flawless, snow white skin, ample bust, shapely rear, and almost exaggeratedly broad hips, she was an absolute beauty. And now that she was free of her will and inhibitions, bouncing up and down on Rob’s cock, her face slack and expressionless as her mind was fried from pleasure, Makoto looked even more stunning. He couldn’t account for the future, but Rob was certain this wouldn’t be the only baby he would give Makoto, or the last time he had plenty of fun with her.

“Uuuuuuugh… thank you, Master, thank you so much!” Makoto babbled, spittle flying everywhere as she was bucked wildly around. “Thank you for making me a slut, thank you for making me a ****, thank you for loving meeeee!!” Her dark red eyes, that reminded him so much of Tifa’s, were cloudy and unfocused. Rob was pretty confident she wouldn't be able to stand up straight after this. “I’m so much happier this way. Being your hot bitch is way better than being a stuffy student council president! I wanna be yours forever. I’ll let you do anything to me, anything you want, just keep fucking me! Keep **** me! Keep breeding meeeee!”

Oh, yeah, Rob was going to have plenty of fun with the newly rediscovered and newly perfected Makoto.

But she wasn't the only Phantom Thief he had his eyes on...

"By the way, Haru-chan," one Rob asked the buxom heiress while she was being spitroasted between two more. "Did you send your friend that message like I asked."

Pushing away from the thick cock in her mouth, Haru nodded brightly, even as drool and jizzum leaked from the corners of her mouth.

"I did, Master. I haven't hear back from her yet, but I'm sure Takamaki-san will happily comply and be happy to enroll at the new Academy. You have such a way with words, especially when convincing sluts like us what to do!"

It may be a while still before the Slut Academy opened it's doors, but Rob was already scouting talent for his next crop of schoolgirl slaves, and he was certain Ann Takamaki would fit in perfectly.

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But, of all the girls in the classroom, perhaps no one was happier than Violet Parr. Scratch that, definitely no one was happier than Violet. No one could possibly be happier than Violet. She got to have sex with Rob, the man she loved and adored with all her heart, and she got to give him a baby!? A baby that would later on grow up to be yet another one of his brainwashed sexslaves, joining her mother and grandmother in hedonistic, incestuous bliss!?

How could she not be happy? This was like a dream come true!

“Oooooh! Thank you so much, daddy! This is the best thing ever!” Violet cried, Rob fucking her while standing, her slender limbs wrapped around him, holding on for dear life. Giving him the biggest, best hug she could manage. “We’re gonna be one big, happy family - you and me and mommy and our little girl! And she’ll be pretty and smart and you’ll hypnotize her into being slutty and submissive, and the two of us will service your cock everyday! Whenever you want! Oh, thank you daddy! Thank you soooo much!”

As Rob released, as his seed filled Vi up, as the brand appeared on her and signified the creation of this daughter, Rob could not help but smirk. Violet mentioned being one family between her and Helen and this new life they had just created, but she was thinking just a little too small.

Because Violet would not be the only Parr getting knocked up today.

And the Parrs would not be the only family growing by leaps and bounds, all for the purpose of serving Rob.

After all, he had six sexy MILFs just waiting for him at home. They were already mothers, had already experienced the joys of pregnancy, and wore motherhood well. It would be an utter waste if Rob didn’t give them the same gift he just gave their teenaged daughters…

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Slut Class ended the same way it began: with a hypnotic video played on the overhead monitor.

“Thank you for everything, Mr. Daily.”

The girls all stood up, neatly aligned in four rows of seven. Their eyes were wide open, reflecting the spiral that bored into their empty, pliable minds. Their smiles were brilliant and dazzling, vacuous things that betrayed no thought behind them.

“Slut Class was the best experience of our lives.”

All twenty-eight of them stood ramrod straight, saluting as they spoke. The spiral wound their minds into one, twenty-eight voices speaking in perfect sync, all bereft of emotion as they uttered their slavish praise.

“Thank you for teaching us how to be hot, naughty sluts. Thank you for making us your slaves. Thank you for taking our virginities.”

Expelled semen from the day’s efforts ran down their thighs, absorbed by their knee-high socks or pooling on the floor below them.

“We’re so much happier now that we’re young sluts. Now that we’re social media addicted camwhores. Now that we’re your mindless slaves.”

Each of the girls was branded and marked, pregnant with Rob’s child. In fifteen months, the cycle would begin anew with their twenty-eight daughters.

“And thank you for knocking us up, sir. We can’t wait for our daughters to experience the same thing and have their lives changed by Slut Class, too. They’ll be so happy as slutty slaves for their father-teacher-master.”

Rob swelled with pride at the erotic display before him, his mindless schoolgirls all singing his praises for warping them and destroying them, turning them from good girls and into his collection of brainwashed fuckdolls.

“We love Slut Class and we love you, Mr. Daily! We want to keep having fun with you forever and ever and ever!”

The crescendo washed over Rob, who took a moment to bask in his accomplishment. The girls remained entrapped by the spiral, mindlessly smiling and saluting while their one and only Master fawned on them from afar.

Life was good.

“Wonderful, girls. Class dismissed.”