Paul awoke with a major case of morning wood. He cupped his hand over his large scrotum, feeling his own children kicking helplessly inside. He gave it a squeeze that, though gentle, horribly injured and frightened the tiny fetuses that crowded his balls.

It had been barely a month since Dr. Mila allowed Paul to experience a pleasure that was once reserved only for women. That pleasure was taking control over the life he created, determining its fate. He could take the children growing inside him and, at a whim, stop them, end them, snuff them out. They belonged to him fully and he could do whatever he chose with them, even if he wanted to murder them for a few seconds of orgasmic pleasure.

Ever since Mila gave them a steady stream of victims, Paul and his girlfriend Melissa had come up with ever more cruel ways to dispose of their tiny children. The little nuisances had been burned, drowned, frozen, crushed, cooked and served with dinner, swallowed alive, flushed down the toilet, dumped into the garbage disposal, and fed to the neighbor's dog among other things. When Paul and Melissa fucked inside their hot tub, as they loved to do, their children would be swept away, lost in the hot, churning water as their parents enjoyed their murderous afterglow, deaf to their children's pathetic wails.

Still cupping his balls, Paul wondered what to do with his latest batch of innocent offspring. Melissa wouldn't be home from work for at least an hour so it was up to him to decide what vicious fate he would give to the children he had brought into the world.

The answer came when the doorbell rang. Making a half-hearted attempt to conceal his erection, Paul answered the door.

"Hi, Paul," said the beautiful, blonde eight-year-old.

"Hello, Elyse," said Paul, letting his erection reveal itself. It popped out the fly of his pajama pants. "Come on in."

Elyse was the daughter of Paul and Melissa's neighbors. She was a latchkey kid, always dropped off at home by her dad before he went back to work. Having a couple hours on her own, Elyse would sneak over to her neighbors' house. She was, as usual, wearing her school uniform. Her plaid skirt was incredibly short and Paul would often see flashes of her colorful kiddy panties underneath. Her blouse was thin and tight, revealing the hard nipples on her flat chest.

�eWhy is she allowed to wear that every day? Her school's principal must be a total pervert,' Paul thought.

Elyse wrapped her little hand around Paul's huge shaft as she shut the door behind her. "I hope you made lots of babies for me to kill today." Ever since her mother got pregnant, Elyse had grown resentful of the attention her unborn sibling was getting. She would come to Paul's house and let out her frustrations by smashing his children to pieces.

Elyse wrapped her mouth around his cock, swallowing it easily. Even though she was young, she could still deep-throat like a pro. Her tight young mouth, along with Paul's very sensitive cock, caused Paul to collapse in a reclining position, taking Elyse with him. The shock caused Elyse to gag slightly but she continued blowing Paul without trouble. Paul ran his hands through her blonde curls, holding her head as he thrust into her face.

Elyse put one of her hands on Paul's scrotum. She felt the babies shifting around inside as Paul prepared to ejaculate them into her mouth. She carefully slid his cock out of her throat. She loved to tease him, keeping him just on the brink of his deadly, destructive climax.

"Do you want to cum?" Elyse asked in the cutest, most innocent voice possible. "Do you want to shoot your babies in me and on me so that we can kill them?"

"YES!" Paul shouted, not caring if anyone heard them. He felt the first baby moving around inside his shaft as it moved on its way out. "Please keep sucking, Elyse! Please KILL MY BABIES!"

Elyse returned his cock to its place in her throat and continued to service him. Almost immediately, Paul let out a roar of triumph as he released his first child down her throat, shooting it directly into her stomach. Three more fetuses followed their brother to his death. They writhed in pain as they were burned to death by Elyse's stomach acid.

Elyse pulled Paul's cock from her mouth and jacked it off, aiming it at her lap. Along with a huge flood of semen, five more miniature babies fell onto her skirt. Placing them all on the hardwood floor, Elyse turned her back to them and flipped up her plaid skirt, revealing her frilly teddy bear panties. The panties were tight on her butt, giving a revealing outline of the round cheeks of her ass.

"Well, at least they get something nice too look at before they die," said Paul.

Elyse sat down hard, smashing Paul's kids with her butt. She rubbed her ass on the ground alluringly, smearing the fetuses all over the floor. When she stood, there was a bloody red stain on the seat of her underpants.

Laying together on the floor, Paul and Elyse made out for several minutes before they heard the door unlock.

"Hi Paul, I'm home," said Melissa.

Paul looked up at his lover. "Hi, honey. You're home early."

"Hello, Melissa," said Elyse.

"Elyse, I'm glad you're here," said Melissa. "I brought you a present. You know how you wanted to stop your mommy from having a baby?"

"Mm-hm," said Elyse. She flicked a bloody lump that had once been the head of Paul and Melissa's child.

"Well, I stopped by at Dr. Mila's clinic and got you this." Melissa handed the younger girl a small plastic container. Elyse opened it to find what smelled like a fruit drink.

"Go on," said Melissa. "It'll give you a tentacle just like mine. One that loves to destroy the unborn."

Elyse eagerly gulped the drink down. As she felt her body change, she instinctively knew what to do. Pushing hard, her slender perineum worm emerged from between her legs.

Melissa ran a finger around the erogenous inside of the tentacle, causing Elyse to shudder in pleasure. "Tonight will be the last night of your baby sibling's life." All three babykillers smiled wickedly in anticipation of that night's games.

LATER THAT NIGHT

Paul and Melissa entered Elyse's house using the key that Elyse had left with them. Melissa had a gun in her waistband. Paul, fighting the urge to masturbate, had more doomed children saved up inside his balls. According to their plan, Elyse would sleep with her parents, pretending to have a nightmare. They would all be in the same place, making the job easier.

They threw open the door to the master bedroom. Elyse and her parents were jolted awake and found themselves staring at two masked people, one with a gun.

They put their hands up. "P-please, just take whatever you want," stammered Dan, Elyse's father.

"Don't hurt me!" cried Brenda, Elyse's mother. Tears ran down her face. "I'm pregnant. Eight months..." The thought of snuffing out a child so close to life made Paul's cock harden and made Melissa's perineum stir inside her panties.

Melissa pointed the gun at Brenda. "You, lady, get over here. And bring the kid in your belly with you."

Legs shaking, Brenda got out of bed, giving Melissa and Paul a good look at her body. She looked like an older, taller version of her daughter. Her pregnant belly bulged underneath a silk maternity nightdress. Her milk-filled breasts rested on top of the bulge that housed her child.

"Please don't hurt me," she begged.

"Don't worry, we won't hurt you," said Paul. "Your little passenger, on the other hand..."

Brenda paused and, fearing for her child's life, looked around for an escape.

"Don't even think about running!" Melissa shouted. "Otherwise we'll kill your husband and daughter."

Paul undid his fly, letting his erection pop out. He already felt one of his kids struggling in his urethra. "Kneel. I think you know what to do."

As Brenda wrapped her mouth around Paul's cock, something stirred within her. Afraid for the safety of her baby, Brenda had refused any sort of sexual activity during her pregnancy. It was not easy, especially with nearly constant, pregnancy-induced lust. Her hand reached under her nightdress and fingered her pussy as she fellated her captor.

Paul rested his hands on the woman's head, slowly thrusting in and out of her mouth. "Oh yes, oh God! Here it comes, bitch. Your baby's last meal! Swallow it!" He released several fetuses, one after another, into Brenda's mouth. Brenda managed to swallow the first but she reflexively gagged and spit out the others.

"Oh dear God!" she screamed. "They're babies!"

"Yeah," said Melissa, brandishing her gun. "And you'll finish feeding them to your baby if you know what's good for you."

Brenda stared at her in horror.

"Do it!" Melissa commanded. "Or else I'll blow off your head and let your baby starve to death inside your corpse."

Sobbing, Brenda picked up the tiny, crying morsels, chewed them up, and swallowed them one by one.

"Good," said Melissa. She ran her hand over Brenda's belly, feeling the innocent, budding life kicking inside. "Everyone deserves a last meal before they die. Now get onto the bed."

Paul, his cock still hanging out, grabbed a chair and put it by the side of the bed. "You," he said, pointing to Dan. "Get in the chair."

Melissa, pressing her gun to Dan's temple, ran her hand over his crotch, making him hard. "You're going to fuck your cute little daughter, understand?"

Dan's face looked horrified, but in his mind he was shouting, "Yes!" Dan fantasized about fucking his darling Elyse almost constantly. He loved it when she would join him and his wife in bed when she had a nightmare. He would hold her in his sleep, pressing her little body against his. He would run his hand gently on her hips and he would often masturbate while she slept beside him. Once he wiped a bit of his semen on the panties covering her ass but he never had the courage to do anything more. But with a gun to his head, he could fuck her all he wanted with no fear of retribution.

Elyse climbed into her father's lap, facing him. "It's okay, baby," Dan whispered as he lowered his daughter onto his eager dick. Elyse bounced up and down on her father's pole, not pretending that she didn't want a hot, incestuous fuck. Soon, Dan abandoned all pretenses too and thrust up into his daughter's cunt with hard strokes. He held her slim hips and drove her down over his cock. He groped her little ass and ran a hand over her still-flat chest.

Elyse's new perineum worm extended out from behind her towards her mother on the bed. Melissa stripped off Brenda's panties, exposing her cunt.

"Ahh! What is that?" Brenda shrieked as Elyse's tentacle made its way to her pussy. As the tentacle made its way inside her, Brenda's look of fear melted into one of pleasure and amazement.

"Yeah baby, don't stop!" Brenda moaned. "Stick that thing all the way up Momma's cunt." She felt the tentacle push all the way up into the space where her baby is. Her baby squirmed against it.

"My...my baby," Brenda gasped through the intense pleasure. "Please, Elyse, I'm so close! Make me cum, baby!"

"Beg me to do it," Elyse answered. "Beg me to kill your baby! You won't get to cum if your baby lives." The tentacle teased the inside of Brenda's cunt. She arched her back as high as she could under the weight of her pregnancy. She bumped the tentacle's hungry, fanged mouth against the child's body.

"Do it, baby," gasped Dan as he humped his daughter even harder. "Kill your little sister!"

"YEEESSSS!" Something inside Brenda snapped and she gave in to the wicked, murderous pleasure that was enveloping her family. She thrust herself down onto Elyse's tentacle. Its fanged mouth bit down on the fetus. Through the tentacle, Elyse could feel her sister squirming inside before the teeth violently slaughtered it and sucked its remains into her body. The shredded remains flowed against the extremely sensitive walls of her tentacle, giving her an amazingly powerful orgasm.

"Oh baby I'M CUMMING!" Dan roared. His daughter's cunt clamped down on his prick as she came, finally pushing him over the edge. He felt like a whole gallon of cum was rushing up into his eight year old daughter's womb. It felt better than he ever imagined.

The three incestuous lovers joined each other on the bed once more, cuddling lovingly. It would have been a perfect, wholesome family image except that they were naked and lying in the blood of their murdered baby. Brenda ran her hand over her now flat stomach, savoring the afterglow of her fetus's removal. Dan held his daughter close, glad that he finally fulfilled his ultimate fantasy. But a newer, darker fantasy was taking hold in his mind.

Elyse buried her face in her father's chest. "Do you think you got me pregnant, Daddy? I hope so. I want my own baby to kill."

Dan stroked his daughter's hair. He spoke to his daughter but faced his wife while he said, "Yes, darling. Let's kill our baby."

Brenda smiled wickedly in understanding.

Their work finished, Paul and Melissa left without being noticed. They had both seen the looks of murderous lust in Dan and Brenda's eyes. They giggled together, realizing that Elyse wouldn't live to see the end of the week.