Bond Arranged at Thirteen
mc; Mg; mg; Mdom; mdom; preg; tf; inc
October 9, 1999
Dear Diary,
I heard Dad talking today with someone. I think he's arranging for me to get married. I don't want to get married, I'm only thirteen and a half. I apparently have to be prepared somehow. The other voice said that I'd require preparation and a bit of body change to be ready to get married.
I don't want to be changed. I want to stay the same independent five foot tall, blond girl that I am. I want to graduate from High School and College with honors and become a lawyer. If Dad's signed the contact, that might not happen.
If Dad's signed the contract, everything in my life will be the decision of my new husband. He could remove me from school, and even alter my brain. I could find myself stripped, five years old again, and even loose my limbs.
There is nothing I can do to stop it. If Dad's signed the contract, I'm doomed.
October 20, 1999
Dear Diary,
I just noticed something. All my jeans are gone. I just have dresses and skirts in my closet. I've also started to remove my shoes and socks when I get home and go barefoot around the house. I'm also not as hungry as I used to be. I wonder if this is because Dad signed the contract?
Dad's done some changes to my room too. He gave me a new bed, with a canopy. I think that's a sign against the contract though. It's got a new mattress, and I don't think he'd spend that much money if I'm going to leave ... unless it's part of the contract. I'm getting a bit paranoid.
October 31, 1999
Dear Diary,
This is probably the last Halloween I'll get to go trick-or-treating. Dad suggested that I go as Lady Godiva. I think that was because I went naked between the shower downstairs and my room this morning, as I forgot to bring my clothes with me. Speaking of clothes, I'm no longer wearing shoes or panties. My panties are all gone. I don't know where they went.
I don't need them for my costume. I'm trick-or-treating tonight as a harem girl. I don't know what possessed me to pick out the wispy dress and veils. I like the way it looks on me though. It was a size shorter than what I thought I was into.
That prompted me to check my measurements. I'm almost an inch shorter. My bras have been a bit looser on me than before, so I think something's happening there too. I think this confirms it, Dad signed the contract.
November 11, 1999
Dear Diary,
I noticed something with my dresses in my closet tonight. None of them really are ones with waists to them anymore. My skirts are all gone too. I don't have any bras left anymore either.
I only wore my dress to school today, nothing under it at all. I measured myself before gym, and I'm now only four foot nine. Since I had nothing under the dress which barely covered my butt, my gym teacher told me I didn't get to wear my gym shorts. One of my friends pointed out that my pubic hair seemed to be falling out.
November 22, 1999
Dear Diary,
This morning there was nothing at all in my closet. I wore a pair of boots and an overcoat to school, because it was cold, but those stayed in my locker all day as I went around the school nude for the first time. I'd been that way a couple times in gym, once my dresses got above my belly button, but this was the first day I was nude all day in school.
I've started to have trouble in Science and Social Studies class. I used to be straight As across the board, but for some reason I just can't bring myself to answer or even listen in those classes anymore.
After school I went to the doctor. I'm now four foot six, and my breasts have dropped from C cup to A cup. He gave me a few injections. One to each breast, one down there, and one deep into my brain. He told me what each one would do to me. The ones in my breasts would make them firm and start lactating despite their size in a couple weeks. The one down there would make sure I was fertile in eleven days. The one deep in my brain would stop the reverse puberty I was going through, ending my size changes, and keeping me the way I was. I'd gotten another of those injections back in October while I was asleep that had reversed my puberty's progression.
December 3, 1999
Dear Diary,
I'm now married. My husband has withdrawn me from school. He took my virginity right in front of the judge, and told me that I can expect regular seeding. Then when we got to our new house, he gave me the tasks he expects me to do now that I'm his. I'm to cook and clean, and of course take care of any babies I have. I should expect to be pregnant often.
I can't leave the house, given how I don't have any clothes and it is December, I really don't have the means to anyway. I have no external contact at all. I can't use the phone, or Internet. I can't study anything really. I can read any of his books, which are mostly science-fiction. I have a feeling that I'm going to develop a new appreciation for McCaffrey, Cherryl, Weber, and Drake. I'm already starting on his lone non-science fiction series, Horatio Hornblower.
I get to keep my dairy, but the lock is gone, and he gets to read it anytime he wants to. I'm not allowed to hide anything from him. I can't have any modesty, or hidden thoughts. My body is his, and so apparently is my mind. Being a married little girl sucks.
December 14, 1999
Dear Diary,
I just had a positive pregnancy test. Just great. Now I get to look in the mirror at myself as my belly starts to swell. My husband says he can hear the sarcasm in my breath. I'm physically the same as I was when I was ten thanks to his pre-marriage treatments, which means it won't be long until anyone can tell that he's put his baby inside my naked body. I'm going to enjoy this so much.
I am, no sarcasm, really enjoying when my husband takes my body. He makes me feel so good when he thrusts inside my tight little pussy. When he takes me over the top and puts his seed into me, it's a feeling that I really can't describe how good it is. And he doesn't have to enter me to make me feel good. He knows just where to touch me to make me feel good. It's the one thing that I can say I really enjoy about being married.
December 25, 1999
Dear Diary,
I got to go visit my family for Christmas. We told them that I was already pregnant. My eleven-year-old brother, Chris, and eleven-year-old step-sister Karen, thought I looked younger than them and couldn't be pregnant, as there was no way that Karen was ready. Dad said Karen's pregnancy could be arranged. Karen got a bit scared at that.
I ran across the last family picture before my contract had been signed. I look so different now. My hair was cut shoulder length, and I wore a nice blouse and pair of blue jeans in it. Now my hair is almost down to my nipples, and I'm completely naked. We took a new picture before I left, with most of my naked body concealed by my younger step-sisters Karen and Emily.
It was nice not to get clothes from my parents for Christmas. I'm going to enjoy all the books I got. My oldest half brother Jeremy got both Karen and I music players, pre-loaded with some of our favorite songs. Chris got me a set of scrunches so I could put my hair back up in a pony tail when I was cooking.
When we got home from my parents, my husband made sure my day ended with a climax of epic proportions. I barely was able to complete a small dinner afterwards.
January 5, 2000
Dear Diary,
Since I'm no longer in school, they came to give me something called an exit test today. I didn't do well at all. I was okay in language arts, but I apparently only know up to second grade math now, and I utterly failed the Science and Social Studies sections. My exit got classified as "purposeful reduced for breeding class III." I'm not sure what all that means, save that I no longer can go to school, and I'm having babies.
I kind of cried a bit about it in my husband Sam's arm's today when he came home. He told me I didn't need to worry about my results. I told him that I took pride in my grades and now I was no better than a second grader, if that, over all. I'd skipped fifth grade! I'd had straight A's until he started changing me. He told me that I still did, because my assignments stopped counting the day he had me get my first injection.
Then he kissed me. He'd never really kissed me before. I never knew how good starting that way could be. Okay, he kissed me right after we got married, but this time it was different. This time it was part of the seduction and corruption of my body. By the time he was done with me, I was a puddle, unable to move an inch as he left me on the sofa, insensate. If he keeps doing that I won't care whatever else he does to me.
January 16, 2000
Dear Diary,
I seem to be staring morning sickness. Sam held back my hair today as I threw up. I'm getting occasional dizzy spells along with the nausea. The worst part is that it's often occurring when I'm reading. That's the only entertainment I've got for myself now. Sam actually called a doctor out to visit, who confirmed that what I'm suffering is perfectly normal.
I did feel a little better this afternoon, after some crackers and ginger ale. It was enough that I actually asked Sam to take me. I'd never done that before, but somehow, I needed to feel really good after the morning sickness. Sam did not disappoint.
January 27, 2000
Dear Diary,
They let Karen visit me today. Apparently Dad wasn't kidding when he said that her pregnancy could be arranged. My brother Chris has been "making love" to her thrice daily since Christmas, and she's a week late. This morning she had a positive pregnancy test. She doesn't know what is going to happen. She's still going to fifth grade, and still is wearing clothes, though. Her grades haven't slipped either.
Since her mother, my step-mother, is due in February, Karen's wondering if Dad intends to make Emily pregnant too. Emily's only eight, nine in June. I wouldn't put anything past Dad. After all, he practically sold, me, his eldest daughter off.
February 7, 2000
Dear Diary,
I had a really bad bout with morning sickness this morning. I got to the point of dry heaves. It wasn't pleasant at all. Sam actually called the doctor. The doctor told Sam to give me more ginger ale, and make sure he was taking me enough. Apparently I'm not getting enough.
I wish someone would come visit. It's so lonely here.
February 18, 2000
Dear Diary,
I'm apparently a half-sister again, and it took four days for someone to tell me. Little Valentine was born to my step-mother on Valentine's day. He probably won't get to see a lot of his oldest sister. Not with me being stuck naked in my house, even though it's within walking distance.
Karen came to tell me. She's started to get morning sickness too. Mine wasn't too bad this morning, though. She's concerned that my little brother wants a contract with her. Chris has promised her not to do anything like what Sam did to me, but he's already convinced her to go nude in the house after they take their baths.
March 1, 2000
Dear Diary,
Sam's told me that I can invite a few of my friends over for my birthday on the thirteenth. It will be the first time that someone outside of family has seen what's happened to me. They'll see my naked body, and the changes Sam had done to me. Of course, I don't think they'll miss the signs of what Sam put in me. My belly is already starting to show a bit.
My step-mother came over to show me baby Valentine. He's so cute. She also brought Karen with her. I noticed that she was wearing a dress, and asked if she still possessed any jeans. Chris had taken them away. I knew my little brother was going to do something to Karen once he knocked her up.
March 12, 2000
Dear Diary,
Tomorrow is my birthday, and my best friends from school, Amanda, Bethany, and Diana, will be joining me for a slumber party. Karen gets to come too. I've set up the sun room for it, baked lots of cookies, made some candy. Sam got me some videos that we can watch too. He also got me a make-up and body paint set.
I'm glad that my morning sickness is over with. It means that Sam is taking me in the morning before he goes to work again. Being pregnant really makes me crave Sam inside me. I won't be surprised if I'm leaking his seed when I answer the door.
March 14, 2000
Dear Diary,
I really enjoyed my birthday sleep over, even knowing that it was going to be my last. It was a bit different than the other ones I had had at home, even accounting for the changes in my life since then.
I didn't expect my guests to spend it naked, but Karen arrived that way, and together we managed to convince the others. We talked a lot about sex and lovemaking, plus Karen and my upcoming babies. It turns out that Amanda's big brother has been eating her out and wants to knock her up, but she's been resisting. Bethany admitted that she'd been sharing her bed with her twin bother since she was six, and slept in the nude with him most of the time. Diana told us that she thought that her father was negotiating for a contract like mine, only she'd heard her father comment that she was going to forget her life once it was signed.
We talked a lot about boys, and especially how it felt when they did us. Apparently Karen found herself just as much of a puddle, sometimes, after sex, as I sometimes do. I think my friends went home wishing for someone to do them. I know they went home naked.
Diana received a phone call early the next morning from her father, who told her to take a pill. Her contract had been signed. The pill had made her totally relaxed and very dumb. She barely knew her own name when she was picked up two hours later.
March 23, 2000
Dear Diary,
Karen came to visit again. She's my only contact with the outside world really. Sam doesn't talk about what's happening to people I know. She hadn't heard from Diana, Amanda told her that Diana wasn't in school anymore. Both Amanda and Bethany have let their brothers take them. Karen got phone calls from both. I wish I could get phone calls. Bethany's twin brother did it first, and Amanda's brother took longer because he couldn't believe that Amanda was finally saying yes to him!
Karen's found out that my little brother really likes to show off what he's done to her. She's now wearing a bathrobe to school. Chris likes to show everyone his seed leaking out of her, and is hoping that she starts to show good soon.
April 3, 2000
Dear Diary,
Karen brought Emily with her when she came to visit today. Dad's making Emily sleep with Jeremy now, and he's filling her womb with plenty of his seed. So far she's still allowed to wear clothes, but I doubt that will last. After all, Karen can't were clothes at home, and now just wears a shirt to school. She's showing now.
I'm waddling around the house now five months pregnant. And it's truly waddling now. My hips have apparently parted, and I need help to get up sometimes. As Emily's not yet nine, if Jeremy puts his baby our step-sister, she's really going to have a much worse problem than I do.
Speaking of babies, apparently Dad's already put another one in my stepmother. She didn't even get a period in between. Sam will probably be just as quick with me. I don't think I'll really mind. I mean girls are supposed to have a lot of babies.
April 14, 2000
Dear Diary,
Karen's not allowed to wear clothes anymore. Chris is also making sure that everyone knows that he's responsible for her belly. Karen says Emily's tested positive, but Jeremy says he's not going to strip her like Karen and I have been. That means all three females currently living with Dad are pregnant.
Sam's thinking of letting me have more contact, especially with the three friends I invited over for my birthday. Apparently Diana is contracted to one of his friends at work. His friend Matthew found that keeping Diana dumb was a dumb idea. He's let her off the drug, after making sure she was pregnant, and it's taking a while for her to recover. He was told that interactions with people she knew before would help.
Sam says he didn't use any drugs on me, save what changed my body. I wonder if he's telling the truth. Can I really have grown to accept my condition so much without the involvement of any mind altering substance? I mean something had to make me accept being naked and pregnant.
April 25, 2000
Dear Diary,
Sam took me to visit his friend Matthew and Diana, today. Diana seems so depressed. She's just started to get morning sickness, and didn't want to get pregnant, much less be under a marriage contract. She wants clothes and wants to go home. I wish I could help her. I mean there are some things you have to accept, you can't change them.
I wonder if I would be the same if Sam had used drugs on me to get me to accept quickly.
When I got home, I found Karen waiting for me. She apparently won the regional spelling bee. It's one of the few subjects I can really remember how to do. I can read and write, add and subtract, but don't ask me anything about biology or history. I used to get straight A's, and now, I doubt I'd get out of the third grade. I wonder how that happened to me.
May 6, 2000
Dear Diary,
It's hard to believe that I've been married for more than six months now. It's not hard to believe that I've been pregnant that long. It's kind of obvious. I don't think there is any way I could hide my belly now, even if I was allowed to wear clothes.
Sam thought it was warm enough outside now that I could go out into the back yard. It felt good to be outside and feel the warm sun and soft breeze on my body. I didn't think I'd ever be allowed outside to just relax there, again. Karen and Emily stopped by. Emily has shifted to wearing dresses. I really think that Jeremy is going to be just like the others, and Emily is going to end up as naked as Karen and I are.
Karen told me that Diana is in the hospital for severe depression. They're apparently worried that she might commit suicide. Sam says it will take a lot of gradual adjustment for Diana to truly accept her condition like I do. It's not like I can change my pregnant physically stuck at ten and a half year-old body.
May 17, 2000
Dear Diary,
I'm stuck at home, naked, isolated, unschooled, and pregnant. Karen on the other hand, just won the State Science Fair for fifth grade, and got the nationals in the spelling bee, while being naked and pregnant. Why couldn't I have been that lucky? Then again, I could have been as unlucky as Diana, who's depression and severe morning sickness has her still in the hospital. I've asked Sam if I can go to see her.
The baby is kicking, and keeps making me have to pee. I'm officially due at the end of August, but the doctor says I could and should have it a month or so earlier that full term. I don't really know if I'm ready to have a baby, but it's really too late to stop things, and has been for quite some time.
Emily keeps looking at my swollen belly and says she can't see it happening to her. I had to remind her, that she's pregnant, too. She managed to convince Jeremy to let her wear jeans again. She's not showing yet, being in her second month. She is, however, suffering a bit of morning sickness. Emily has benefitted from Karen and my experiences, and knows all the little tricks to minimize things, which might be why she's having a less of an issue than we did.
May 28, 2000
Dear Diary,
They let Diana out of the hospital today. I went over to her and Matthew's house to help her settle in. We made dinner together, and I gave her plenty of hints on how to make taking care of the house easier as her pregnancy progressed. She thanked me. She's still a bit sad, but I don't think she's as troubled about being naked and pregnant in the house.
Karen stopped by early this morning before school. I really don't know how she manages all she does. Fifth grade, five months pregnant, fifth place National Science Fair ... she gets to visit the White House next week ... she's managed so much, and Emily says that she's heard that both Karen and Chris are going to be skipping sixth grade.
Sam just proved to me that even when I'm so big from pregnancy, he can still leave me as a puddle. If there is anything that's made me accept my contract with him easily it's his ability to play my body like a music instrument until I've completely lost the ability to think. You know, some day I really want to see what's in my contract.
June 8, 2000
Dear Diary,
Sam is now letting me use the phone, in a limited way. Only local calls, and only to certain programmed numbers. My first call was to Brittany. I apparently caught her and her twin brother Brett in the middle of something. It had her short of breath and sweating, in their room, so I think I know what they were doing. Their father had recently caught them together, and informed them that he expected her to get pregnant soon. It turned out that she already was. Brett had knocked her up the day after my birthday. She wanted to come over sometime, so I said I'd ask Sam.
Today was the last day of school, and Karen finally told me where she'd be going to school next year. She's going to be a freshman in High School the year I should be in eighth grade. I wish I hadn't forgotten how to do science and social studies as well as higher math. She got all the luck, with my brother molding her contract. Though Chris says that Karen wouldn't have had as near as good of contract if he hadn't seen the results of mine. So I guess she was lucky to go second.
We have pool membership, and I'm glad when Sam takes me to the pool. That's not just because in the pool I'm not waddling. I get to talk to people there. At home I have no one to distract me from my fate. There is no television, no internet, and until today, no telephone. I'm alone there, and when I'm alone, I can't do anything but what Sam allows. At the pool I can swim and talk about what I've read and having a baby.
June 19, 2000
Dear Diary,
I just met Amanda at the pool. I nearly didn't recognize her or her brother. Sam may have taken three years and six inches off of me, but Amanda's father had sixteen inches and nearly half of Amanda's physical years off of her. He also had her grow her hair really long, down to her butt, and she used to have barely shoulder length hair. She hadn't gotten dressed since my birthday party. Of course she got to continue school until the end of the year, but she's not sure she'll get to go in the fall, as she just found out she's pregnant. Her brother had the same things happen to him. Well, he's not pregnant, of course, but he's the same size as Amanda, naked, and definitely responsible for her condition now, and probably the next time, judging from his cock and what it left leaking from her.
I'm still trying to figure out exactly how Sam got me, and what's in my contract. He won't tell me, and every time I ask he leaves me a puddle. It feels good, but I'd kind of like answers. He says that if I keep it up, I won't want to ask. That sounds like a challenge.
Emily and Karen were both at the pool. Emily has a one piece swimming suit. Karen is of course naked like I am. I had to pull Karen away from her books to swim. You'd think she'd take advantage of summer to be away from school books, but she's almost obsessive about studying, saying that she doesn't want to forget anything. If Chris wanted her to forget, I think she would.
June 30, 2000
Dear Diary,
I just noticed at the pool today that Emily's swimming suit is being stretched across a starting to round out belly. She can't wear her jeans anymore, either. That put her in a dress after swimming, and I told her that she's probably going to loose that soon. Emily says she's not going nude. I think she will end up that way.
I've found that relaxing in the back yard is one of the most enjoyable parts of my day. I can usually get a couple hours between lunch and starting supper reading in the back yard. I'd get more, but I need to keep the house clean and have supper ready when Sam gets home. Not having supper ready falls under a bad thing, but it's been months since it wasn't ready in time, and I blame that on an usually thick cut of roast beef.
I talked to Diana today. I think she's starting to accept what she can't change. At the very least she's decided that she can't do anything that might harm her baby. She's also decided that she really likes the feelings that Matthew gives her, even if she's not sure she wants him inside her. I told her that if she liked the feeling, then she should enjoy it as much as possible, as long as she's pregnant. It's not like he can make her more pregnant until she has her first baby.
July 11, 2000
Dear Diary,
I really want to have my baby soon. My belly is bulging. My breasts are leaking. My feet and ankles are swollen. I'm constantly running to the bathroom because I barely have any bladder anymore. I'm so tired of being pregnant.
I called Brittany today. Sam gave permission for her and Brett to come over, so I had to ask her. She said it would have to be the week after next because her family is going to Disney World. I asked her to get me a pair of ears. She promised to do so.
Chris sent Karen over for the day with instructions to not let her read any text books. I hope that cook books don't count, because we spent the morning baking, before heading out to the back yard to get some sun. Karen's due three and a half weeks after me, but I think she's nearly as ready to be done with pregnancy as I am. Unfortunately we can't control when this baby is done baking in our wombs, or when our mates put another in our oven really.
July 22, 2000
Dear Diary,
Brittany and Brett came over today. I am officially glad I'm not in her situation. She's four months gone with twins. My one baby has me fat enough. In fact I've had to cut back on my activities in the house. I haven't cleaned downstairs in a week. I actually put Brett to work while Brittany and I talked. She's not sure she's going to go to school this fall. I wish I could.
I've finally got the nursery all set up for when my baby arrives. I know I should have finished a long time ago, but I want everything perfect, or as close as I could to perfect. Sam says my baby will be perfect. I hope so.
Emily came over to deliver copies of Karen's pictures at the White House. I can't believe they let her take pictures completely naked save a lanyard with the president, especially since she was six and a half months pregnant at the time. The pictures don't lie though. One even shows President Clinton feeling the baby kick.
August 2, 2000
Dear Diary,
I just realized that I haven't written since I gave birth to Mara on the twenty-sixth. Giving birth was not fun, and I could barely get up to take care of the baby when she cried later. I worked through it though. Karen had her baby yesterday, and called to tell me this morning.
My pain and recovery from giving birth was enough, though for Sam to finally tell me how he changed and got me to accept things, not that I really care how it happened any more. Apparently I've been under subliminal messaging since last September, which I guess is probably the best way to do things. It's certainly better than the memory suppression drugs that Diane was on. Another way that's being done is electronic behavior modification, and I really don't want to experience that.
I apparently got the age reversal drugs while I was sleeping on October eighth, the day Sam signed the contract. Sam wanted me smaller and easier to control, and since he works for the company that developed the drugs, he got me just the way he wanted me. I'm also very fertile. Sam says I'll probably be pregnant again before the month is out, if I'm not already.
