Hair Removal, Heir Implant
mc; Mg; Mdom; mast; preg; inc
Julie hated the fact that she had body hair. She had too much on her legs, too much on her arms, and even had hair on her upper lip. At least that last, her mother would wax off for her. For the other hair, the eleven-year-old would have to wait until she was fifteen before her mother would let her have any hair removal treatment there.
The conflict between her mother and her was the primary reason that she had chosen to take her grandparents' offer to spend the entire summer with them. The fact they lived next to a full Olympic sized pool that they helped run did factor into it a little. The only thing against going to visit her grandparents was that she ended up letting weird things happen to her, and she often came back with things that she couldn't explain. She was still trying to figure out the little plastic thing in her hair at the base of her skull that had appeared last year. Her grandfather had told her not to worry.
Julie's school had gotten out a bit early that year, as there would be a need for a new elementary school in the county after the tornado hit. Julie was a bit obsessed with tornadoes. She wanted to be a tornado chaser when she grew up.
So Julie had arrived on the second Saturday in May, and that Sunday she attended a picnic at the pool. It was still cool, as there had just been a big rain storm, just at the time she'd been picked up from the airport. So after she got out of her morning shower, she slid on a pair of panties, her work jeans (having been told that she'd have to help get the pool ready), and a sweat shirt. She'd forgotten to pack her training bra, which was a little tight anyway. She hoped her grandmother would let her get a real one.
She arrived at the pool just as her grandfather and his friends finished taking off the cover. Grandmother had her take a six pack to the menfolk, plus a couple cokes, informing her that her uncle that she didn't remember seeing, Doctor Roger, would want a coke.
Fortunately the men all were wearing polos from the local council with their name, so it didn't take long for her to identify who Roger was. He was the fabled tall, dark, and handsome man, just like her grandfather, but with dark hair instead of silver, wearing a green shirt and tan Dockers. "Doctor Roger? Grandma says you prefer a coke," she said.
"Yes, I do, but please, just call me Roger, I'm only twenty-eight," Roger said. "I don't need some lofty title."
"I'm Julie, and I'm only eleven, so you're two and half times my age," Julie said. "Grandma says that means I should treat you with respect."
"Then you will respectfully call me Roger, and obey me," Roger ordered. Julie felt the weight of his command on her. She knew she couldn't call him anything else now. "Now, your grandfather said you were having an argument with your mother about body hair?"
"Yes," Julie said. "I've got it all over, but mom will only let me remove it from my lip."
"Well, this summer, that's your grandparents' decision, and I have an experimental spray that will get rid of your body hair in just a single treatment," Roger said.
"When can I have it?" Julie asked. She so wanted her body hair removed. Any consequence was worth it, and therefore she did not give the matter much consideration. "I want to get rid of it all."
"Well, if Jim's got the showers back on, and your grandfather agrees, we'll do it now," Roger said. "Jim, are the showers back on?"
"Just reconnected them before we removed the tarp," Jim, an older gentleman her grandfather's age, said. "I'm getting too old to bend down and reconnect plumbing."
"Pat, your granddaughter wants me to try that new stuff on her body hair that we discussed," Roger said.
"I've already signed the waivers, Roger," Julie's grandfather said. "I expect you'll take good care of her, and she'll never complain about body hair again."
"That's the plan," Roger said. "Come over here, Julie. I brought it in my bag. We'll put a towel on top of the picnic table and start."
Roger reached into his bag and pulled out a beach towel, which he handed to Julie. It covered most of the table when Julie finished spreading it out. While she'd been pulling that out, Roger had pulled out a shower cap and a pair of lab goggles, along with a white spray can with a label of "Formula thirty-four hair removal."
"Put on the shower cap and goggles, and we'll handle the lips first," Roger said. "We don't want you to loose any of your nice long hair, at least on your head, so make sure all of it is in the shower cap. The goggles will protect your eyes, eyebrows, and eyelashes."
Julie carefully put on the shower cap, making sure every bit of her long brown hair was in it. It only went down to her shoulders, but she didn't want to loose that hair. Then she put on the goggles and told Roger. "Okay, I'm ready."
"Okay, take a deep breath and purse your lips together," Roger said. Julie obeyed, and Roger reached up and pinched her nose together before making quick spray of her lips and chin.
When he let go, Julie sputtered. "Warn me about that," she said.
"Sorry," Roger said. "Now tell me how it feels."
"It kind of tingles, and feels like something is being pulled loose kind of like when you're removing dead skin after a really bad sunburn," Julie said. "But it also feels good. Nothing like when Mom waxed my lip."
"The spray is pulling the hair follicle out of the pore," Roger said. "Now take off your sneakers and socks and lay on the towel. We'll do your legs next. Keep on the goggles and cap until we're done and you shower the stuff off."
Julie removed her shoes and socks and got on the table. Only once she got there did she realize that she really should have taken off her jeans if Roger was going to do her legs, but that was what he had ordered her to do, so she had done it. She unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, but it was Roger who took them off.
"Nice panties," Roger commented, as he started to spray her legs. The tingling spread up her legs as he covered them. It felt really good. "You'll need to take off the sweatshirt so we can do your arms, and we should probably do your back too."
Julie sat up and removed her sweat shirt, blushing as she revealed her small breasts. The tingling was growing, and really feeling good. It felt like she had put on a warm pair of sweats, fresh out of the dryer.
"Turn over, we'll do the back side first, palms up," Roger said. "It's a good thing you're wearing low cuts."
Julie laid down on her breasts, holding her arms out to the side, palms up, like Roger had ordered. The tingling spread up the backs of her legs, up her back and on the underside of her arms. "Reach for the sky," Roger ordered, and she raised her arms so he could get her arm pits. "Now turn over." Julie turned over, her hands moving to cover her breasts. "I'm a doctor; do not worry about what I see. Keep your hands away from your body for now." Julie no longer worried about Roger seeing her breasts. He was a doctor, after all. He spayed her neck and chest down to her panty line. Then he put down the spray.
"One more area," Roger said, reaching for the side of her panties.
Julie hadn't intended on getting rid of the sparse hair that she had grown on her pussy, but she was so shocked by her panties being removed that she wasn't able to object before Roger picked up the spray, and liberally coated her pussy with the spray. The tingling triggered by the spray on her pussy was almost overwhelming. The warmth spread inwards as she sat up.
"Now stand up, keep your hands away from your body, and we'll need to wait five minutes before you shower," Roger said, setting a timer on his watch. "I'll tell you when."
"I didn't intend for you to get rid of my pussy hair," Julie said as she stood up. "And couldn't have we gone inside, instead of stripping me outside?"
"You said you wanted it all off before we started." Roger said. "Now you have to go through the whole treatment this summer. Everything was cleared with your grandparents before we started. Now some questions for the study, since this is experimental. Is the tingling on your pussy arousing you?"
That brought the tingling on her pussy to the forefront of Julie's mind. "Yes," Julie said, as she tried to keep her hand away from her pussy. "It's hard not to touch."
"It looks like it's getting wet, actually," Roger said. "You'll be able to touch it after your shower, but not before. Any itching, feeling of heat or coolness?"
"No itching, and I feel a little warm where you sprayed me," Julie said. She no longer had to resist touching her pussy, though it still felt like she wanted someone to touch it. In fact she wanted someone to touch her. "And I tingle all over."
"It looks like you're sweating a bit," Roger said. "Any difference between where I sprayed you first and last?"
"Not really," Julie said, right before her arousal forced a soft moan of pleasure from her. "Except for my pussy. It's really tingling."
"Feel good?" Roger asked.
"Yes," Julie moaned.
Roger bent down to his bag and pulled out a bar of soap and a wash cloth as his watch alarm went off. "Here, take a shower now and wash thoroughly. Especially your sexual organs. When you're done, come back out. Do not dress, do not dry. You need to air dry and shouldn't put anything over your body for a while."
Julie fled to the girls' changing room, and started to wash. Her skin felt so smooth and sensitive where the spray had removed her hair. She couldn't help but to moan in pleasure. When she worked on cleaning her sexual organs, she could not help but bring herself of in a greater climax than she had ever managed to give herself before.
By the time she emerged from the showers, weak kneed, her grandma had set out all the food for the picnic. "Sorry for not helping you, Grandma," she said, tossing the goggles and shower cap on Roger's bag. She pushed her hair back off her shoulders.
"Oh, you had other things to do," her grandma said. "There will be plenty of things for you to do this summer. Now fill up your plate, and sit down to eat."
Julie filled up her plate and took a seat opposite Roger. To her great surprise he was quite knowledgeable about tornadoes, and her favorite singers as well. They talked through the whole lunch, and she found herself still sitting there long after both of them had finished their deserts. While she sat across from him, her body was still a bit warm, and her pussy demanded her touch. She found herself masturbating as she talked to him.
"It's been an hour now," Roger suddenly said. "So, more follow up questions. Are you still tingling?"
"No."
"Are you still a bit warm?"
"A little."
"Are you aroused?"
"Yes," Julie said. "I can't stop feeling my pussy."
"Do you think your warmth might be related to your arousal?"
"Maybe."
"Stand up, and come around here so I can see your pussy," Roger ordered, turning around so he was facing out from the table.
Julie stood up and came around to stand between Roger's legs, following his order. He widened her stance just a little so she showed her pussy to him. She found that she had gotten used to being naked around him, and showing her pussy to him wasn't a problem.
"Now, I need to see how your arousal has been affected, as well as your feminine secretions," Roger said. He took his index finger and spread Julie's eleven-year-old bare pussy, sliding it into its wet depths.
Julie moaned as a second finger joined the first, then a third. His fingers pressed upwards into her pussy finding a spot she'd never found before. She began to climax, her feminine juices squirting out of her pussy. By the time the climax was finished, she barely managed to find a seat on the picnic bench behind her.
Roger examined her feminine juices on his fingers, and then turned to her grandfather. "It looks like last summer's experimental device is running, Pat."
"I knew it would be," her grandfather stated. "She's following our every order. Julie, you no longer remember how to put on clothes, or want to. Well, let's get to work on the rest of the pool clean up."
Julie spent the next couple hours helping, still not dressed. She raked up the leaves. She cleaned the trash cans. She replaced the light bulbs above the picnic tables in the shelter. She even painted the fence around the baby pool. She didn't even notice that she was naked.
Finally the tasks were done for the day, and her grandmother asked, "So, do you want to get dressed, now, Julie?"
"No, why do I need to get dressed?" Julie said with a puzzled tone. She looked at the clothes she'd worn to the pool, and couldn't even figure out how she'd put them on if she wanted to. "I don't know how to dress, anyway."
"True," her grandmother said. "Pat, it looks like you and Roger have taken complete control of our granddaughter, so I'm going to head home so she can be properly taken care of."
"Bye, Grandma." Julie hugged her grandmother before grandmother picked up Julie's clothes and left the pool.
"Now, Roger," her grandfather begun, once Julie's grandmother was gone. "I believe we've agreed that you get your daughter this summer, until she's knocked up, so you better get along with it, son."
Julie looked at Roger with new eyes. She'd never known who her father was before. Now he stood before her, stripping off his clothes, so he could put a baby in her. "I don't want to have a baby, Roger," she said, unable to call him father under his previous order. "I'm too young." She backed away.
"But your pussy is wet and ready, Julie," Roger said, pursuing her. "And you've been having periods for a couple summers, so you are old enough to breed. After all, old enough to bleed, old enough to breed, just like your mother was."
Julie kept backing up, until her naked behind came in contact with the same towel covered picnic table where she'd lost her body hair. Her father pinned her against the table. "Don't make me pregnant, Roger."
"Get on with it, son," her grandfather ordered.
"Okay, okay," her father said. "Julie, you can call me Daddy, and you want me to father a baby on you."
Julie felt the order take effect, as her trembling and urge to run disappeared. She felt her father's hard cock against her belly, and realized that she really did want it inside her, working to put her father's baby inside her. She didn't resist as her father lifted her up on to the table. She didn't resist as he made her lay down and lifted her legs to his shoulder. She didn't resist as he pushed his cock deep into her wet pussy.
"Oh that feels so good, Daddy," Julie finally said, as her father began pumping his cock in and out of her. Pleasure rolled over her naked sensitive body, as he began to pound into her. She moaned with each thrust, her body climaxing "Put a baby in me, Daddy!"
And then Roger came inside his daughter, sending Julie to so high of pleasure that she passed out.
The next thing Julie knew, she was at her father's house, laying on his bed. He was naked, between her legs, as she felt his cock entering her. Her little pussy craved being filled, and she welcomed his cock. In and out he went, driving her into incoherence. By the time he came inside of her, she was a puddle of mush.
In the morning he took her again, before she found herself making him breakfast. Then, as he went off to work, Julie joined her grandparents in working towards the pool's opening. At the end of the day he would pick her up, and she'd spend the night in his bed again.
By Memorial Day weekend, Julie had missed her period. It didn't matter to the little girl. She was naked, and her wet little pussy was getting what it needed.
Her mother came to visit on Independence Day Weekend, meeting her at the pool on Sunday. She didn't get dressed.
Her mother hugged her as soon as they met, and then held her at arm's length. "You had your body hair removed," her mother said. "I told you not to. You even lost your pubic hair."
"Roger used some new spray on me," Julie said. "It's an experiment. That's why I'm not allowed to get dressed. I didn't intend for him to take off my pubic hair though. That made me very horny."
"I would say so, judging from this," her mother said, using her index finger to raise a bit of Roger's sperm from Julie's pussy to her line of sight. "I hope you don't get pregnant, though it's probably too late."
"I'm getting morning sickness, now," Julie replied.
"Then you are pregnant," her mother concluded. "And not even a teenager, yet. I told you that getting your body hair removed too young would lead to trouble."
"I don't care," Julie said. "I like not having body hair and being naked."
"You've always been a willful little girl," her mother said. "Well, your grandfather signed off on it all, so I guess we'll have to live with the results. Any side effects that you know from the spray?"
"My body is more sensitive, and I'm nearly always wet down there," Julie said.
"Any sign of the hair coming back, yet?" her mother asked.
"Nope," Julie said. "Daddy's spray really worked."
"Well, then, what is done is done," her mother said. "Wait, you said Daddy. You know about me and Roger?"
Julie looked up at her mother defiantly. "He told me. He says you cut him off when you went to college."
"Yes, well," her mother stammered. "He wanted to knock me up again and keep me home, instead of letting me follow my dream to become a meteorologist. You have a lot of babies and you can't do anything. I barely got through with having to take care of you."
"Yes you can," Julie said. "I'm going to be a tornado chaser some day, and be pregnant all the time too!"
It was now Labor Day Weekend, and Julie had to make a big decision: who to live with.
School started at home right after Labor Day, and she would be starting at Highland West Junior High. Julie had looked forward to attending Highland West, but if she went back with her mother, there would have to be accommodations for what had happened to her this summer.
Julie looked down her naked body. It was still quite sensitive, but none of her body hair had grown back from the spray her father had used on her. That wasn't the biggest change to her body. She was pregnant, having apparently conceived on her very first time. Not that she hadn't kept doing it. In fact she was leaking her father's seed at the moment. But that was temporary, fixable with just a wet cloth.
She was showing now. Seventeen weeks along on an eleven-and-a-half year old girl was a quite evident pregnancy, when you were naked. Julie figured that it might be possible to hide it with clothes, for a little while, if she could wear them, but not for long. She was due on February third, and was sure she'd be huge by then.
If she went to live with Mother, she would attend school, right up to her due date, going back as soon as possible, and her mother would dress her. She wouldn't be allowed to re-learn how to get dressed. They only thing she knew how to put on now was her shoes, which didn't have laces. She would visit her father and grandparents for Easter, during her Spring Break, the third full week of April, and probably get pregnant again, or at least have a chance to.
If she stayed with her daddy, she wouldn't get dressed. She wouldn't go back to school. She would live with her grandparents and be home schooled. She might not be able to get into college to study about tornadoes. She'd probably get pregnant again sooner. That was actually something she wanted. Julie liked being naked and pregnant, though she could have done without the two weeks of morning sickness she'd had. Her mother would come to visit when she could, but she wouldn't see her much.
Her daddy had told her it was her choice. He wasn't going to order her either way. He could have. Julie knew what the little nob at the base of her skull did now. It allowed her father and grandfather to control her. It was why she couldn't put on clothes herself. She was pretty sure it was also why she wanted to have sex and babies.
Her mother had agreed, but had told her that she needed to remember her dreams. It wasn't right for her to let what her father had done to her stop her from her dreams. Her mother had followed her dreams and left her father. That's why her mother was now a meteorologist at the Storm Prediction Center. Julie came by her interest in tornadoes honestly. It was the one interest that she shared with her mother.
Both her parents were leaving her alone to think.
In the end, her dreams won. Julie left for Oklahoma, knowing that she'd be back for Christmas, Easter, and another summer just like the last one.
