
                       The Shopping Channel
                         An Erotic Story


     <*CLICK*>"...based on Moche-culture artifacts that depicted 
blow-jobs.  You won't want to miss the next _Collectibles_ with 
Vicky Stein.  And our Local Markets Showcase is coming up soon, 
when we'll be in *your* town, doing our show.  Maybe *you* will 
be lucky enough to be 'collected' by Vicky."
     "It's 2:00p.m.  here on the Family Values Channel, and here 
to take you through this next few hours are your afternoon hosts, 
Diane and Dan Stone!"
     Joan White had turned on the shopping channel as a way of 
distracting herself during the afternoon without bothering Mike, 
who was busy at the home office computer.  She really enjoyed 
Diane and Dan.  Both in their thirties, they were tall, tanned, 
good looking folks with an obviously athletic lifestyle, unlike 
herself, whose petite, slim, delicate frame belied her six 
children.  She really felt close to them; because, like Mike and 
her, they were a publicly open brother/sister married couple.
     "Thank you, Steve.  .  .  folks, we've got all sorts of 
goodies for you on the next hour of the Family Values Channel."  
Diane was radiant as usual.  The tall blonde was starting to show 
the bulge of what was her *tenth* pregnancy!  Not that it would 
be hard to notice, for she was wearing only a lace peek-a-boo T-
shirt that stopped barely below nipple level and a sarong skirt 
wrapped low around her hips.  "First of all, Dan, I would like 
the camera to zoom in on the pendant I'm wearing."
     "Will you look at that, friends back home?  It's a fine 
mother-of-pearl pendant in the shape of a pregnant woman's 
swollen belly.  Look at that detail!  The smooth roundness, the 
cute "outie" navel, even at the bottom the cleft of a 
pudenda .  .  .  by itself that would make a fine gift for any 
pregnant girl, but look now as Diane opens it like a locket to 
reveal..."
     There were "Oohs" and "Aahs" from the studio crew.
     "... an anatomically realistic womb with an absolutely 
gorgeous pink-coral unborn baby girl!  Unbelievably precious!  
Now, you fathers out there, would this not be a stunning gift for 
a daughter who's just turned up pregnant with your child for the 
very first time?  A beautiful symbol of the true meaning of 
family love: to squirt the white stuff that makes babies up into 
a daughter's, a sister's, or a mother's belly and make it swell 
with life?  And you know the best part?  If you call us at 1-800-
F-A-M-I-L-I-A *right* *now*, it's only..."












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     "Watching the fuckster huckster channel again, Dear?" asked 
Mike, walking into the room and sliding into the couch next to 
the young woman.
     "It's not a fuckster huckster channel, Daddy.  You just say 
it to aggravate me."
     Which was true.  Mike actually had nothing against the sales 
network, and in fact loved the idea of shopping at home for 
products that would help parents and children show their love for 
each other in the best way possible, by fucking and knocking each 
other up.
     "Of course I do, baby...  I only wish we'd had this back 
when I was spraying cum up MY mom's womb for two years running, 
trying to make you.  You have any idea how awkward it was, by the 
last few months, actually buying ovulation detection kits, 
because chance had not worked out?"

     "...And our next item is the wonderful *Tammy-Marlow(tm)* 
series of children's maternity clothes, Dan."
     "Oh yes, Diane, these are gorgeous.  Folks, you've seen 
these on all your kids' little girlfriends at school..."

     "Hey, look, Daddy, that's what the kids have been pestering 
us to get them for a month!" Joan said, calling Mike's attention 
to the program.
     "Hmm...  let's watch and see if they have any designs we 
haven't got so far:  That darn children's and young misses' 
department at the Mall Stores haven't had any new ones since 
those idiots picketed them.  Do you realize how hard it is to get 
decent maternity clothes for a nine-year-old, even these days?" 
Mike was upset that the merchants had caved in to the groups that 
protested the sale of the children's maternity clothes.  Didn't 
they read the papers?  Girls were going to school wearing lace 
bras with no blouses, making out openly with their own brothers 
in the schoolyard, even a City Councilman had gone ahead and 
signed on the line as "father" when his kid had a baby, yet some 
people did not want kids to have suitable maternity wear.  
Unbelievable.

     "...  schoolteacher in Akron who actually paid 150 bucks to 
a girl for the *Tammy(tm)* blouse off her back, even though it 
barely covered the woman's tits -- well, the Family Values 
Network has something more for you all."
     "That's right, Dan.  Now you've all heard that the original 
*Tammy(tm)* blouse, that says in big black-on-gold letters the 
ambiguous _Daddy's_Darling_Daughter_ right over the belly, was 
being reissued -- well, that's not all.  A whole new line called 
_Tammy-wear_ is coming, and get this:  There's now *Adult*Female* 
and also *Boys'* _Tammy-wear_"









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     "That really *is* exciting news .  .  .  folks, you know 
that Diane, here, this time got knocked up by the rich, potent 
sperm of my and our oldest daughter's 11-year-old son.  Wouldn't 
it be cool for him to walk into class with a quality t-shirt that 
says: _That's_*Mr.*GRAND*Motherfucker_to_you,_Man!_ with the 
unmistakable *Tammy(tm)* logo of the pregnant little girl on the 
sleeve?  I think so -- I might buy him one!"
     (Every Family Values Network fan in America had cheered upon 
hearing that 11-year-old Jim Stone had knocked up his stunning 
32-year-old grandmother, probably on their very first fuck.)
     "And Diane, if this pregnancy had been a boy (we know she's 
not) could wear a cool-as-hell semi-transparent dress with 
_A_GRAND_SON_FOR_A_GRANDSON_ and the *Tammy(tm)* logo stamped all 
over it.  But let's have a look at it all, shall we?"
     "And now Dan, we're going to have us a little fashion show.  
We have gathered some of the pregnant girls of Family Values 
Network staff, and some of the pregnant staff as well, to model 
some of the new _Tammy-wear_ line for us.  We start off with our 
assistant producer Curtis' nine-year-old, Tanya, who's carrying 
her dad's baby..."

     "Wow, Daddy," Joan said as some of the first of the girls 
walked on camera.  "And we thought I was young when you first 
shot your wad in me at eleven!  This girl must have started 
fucking by eight!"
     "Well, Kristin wanted me to go all the way with her at five, 
remember?  They just grow up quicker these days, I guess." As 
they spoke, the very, VERY pregnant nine-year-old proudly 
strutted for the cameras in a cute little maternity dress, lacy 
shoulder details, and matching hair-bows.  The dress stopped at 
mid-thigh and upon close inspection you could see it was slit all 
the way to the armpits, and you could tell the little girl was 
wearing *nothing* underneath.
     Following her, was a perhaps early-teen Asian girl, wearing 
an outrageous swimsuit.  In the back it was just crisscrossing 
strings from her neck down the crack of her ass.  In the front, 
the crotch fabric stopped barely above her clit, then two strings 
went around the sides of her middle-term belly, joining the 
strings crossing the back, then crossing around and over her 
swollen breasts where two patches covered the nipple itself but 
not the aureole, before crossing again around her neck.  .  .

     ".  .  .  after trying fruitlessly to seduce *any* male in 
her family for four years -- what's wrong with these guys?  she's 
a babe!  -- thirteen year old Tamoko, daughter of our sound mixer 
Mrs. Nakagawa, wore this hot little number to a family reunion 
and snagged not one but *three* uncles who *thought* they were 
'raping' her.  Now it's available in adult sizes too, and Mrs. 
Nakagawa is thinking of getting one of her own, see if any of her 
sons or nephews will turn 'rapist' on her.  Hey, Tamoko...  you 
gonna test for who's the father?"
     Tamoko shook her head and smiled.
     "Didn't think so...Dan?"




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     "Thanks, Diane...  next, our own ten-year-old Suzy, due in a 
few weeks to deliver twin girls that I'll be fucking before 
another decade goes by, looking very scholarly..."
     The cute blonde wore a private-school girl's plaid skirt and 
vest, but the skirt was cut to fit a truly huge ninth-month-twins 
belly; was so short that when she walked her ass and pussy were 
exposed for all to see that THIS little girl knew panties belong 
in the trash.  She held her books, schoolgirl-fashion, pressed to 
her chest.
     "...but why do you hold your books before you?  Oh, I 
see..."
     Suzy lowered her books, revealing a pink T-shirt boldly 
proclaiming MEET MY LITTLE SISTER across her tits in red, with a 
large arrow pointing to her bulging belly.
     "Now that would have made a fine outfit for you all through 
high school," Mike said, checking out the cute youngster.  
Meanwhile the phone numbers of the Network were scrolling by the 
bottom  of the screen.
     "Do you think we should buy some of this stuff?" Joan asked 
her father-brother-husband "The kids *have* been insisting..."
     "I dunno...  feels kind of funny getting it for them when 
they're not pregnant, y'know?"  Oddly, neither Joan nor any of 
the girls were pregnant at this time.  Mike had been a busy guy: 
he had impregnated their common mother with Joan when he was 13 
and she was 28.  In the 11 years before he started fucking Joan 
he had two more girls with his mother, and a boy with an aunt.  
But Joan was his pride and joy.  She had almost begged him to 
fuck her when she was barely 11.  Since then he had fathered 
(besides four kids in his other two sister-daughters) five of 
Joan's six children: Janice, now 16; June, now 14; Jason, now 13; 
Kirstin, now 11; and May, now 9 (baby Chrissie was Jason's idea 
of last year's Mother's Day gift) and was thinking about having a 
couple more with her.  He was also father of two of Janice's 
three children (Jason, again), both of June's two, and Kirstin 
and May's one apiece.  With five of the household's 13 children, 
plus both parents, in childbearing age, non-pregnancy was rare at 
the Whites'.
     "Easiest thing in the world to get them expecting again. . . 
Janice would love to have one more before leaving for college.  
And Jason is only too eager to help"
     "Heh, heh...  I can hear you..."

     "And now we have our prop manager Shauna Johnson's boys, 
showing us some of the new boys' _Tammy-wear_" Three adorable 
boys with dark curly hair strode down the runway.
     "You know, Dan, each of these boys is the son of a different 
brother of Shauna's.  Jerry's twelve, Donny's ten and Danny's 
nine." Danny was wearing a t-shirt with "Future Mother-Fuckers Of 
America" in fluorescent bold script, over a drawing of a young 
boy humping an older woman.  Donny's had a computer-generated 
nude picture of his mother, which you could tell because above it 
were the words "This is where I came out of" and a long arrow 
pointing at her pussy, and below it was: "And one day my cum will 
make my own kid there," with an arrow pointing at the same spot.



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     Jerry's outrageous outfit included patches on each side of 
his jeans' fly that read: "For Mothers and Sisters Use Only," a 
vest with fake award badges for "Mother-fucking" "Knocking Up 
Sisters" "Highest Sperm Count"; and a t-shirt that read "Yeah, 
the kid's mine -- So what?".  All 3 had a baseball cap with the 
*Tammy-Marlow(tm)* logo: a picture of a cherubic little pigtailed 
girl in only her white panties, with a huge pregnant belly, 
superimposed on a stencil "T".
     "Diane, those phones are ringing off the hook...  definitely 
this is hot stuff for all the millions of parents and kids out 
there who are fucking their folks, and having babies.  Folks, let 
me remind you:  Out there in the schools, the bluenoses have all 
but given up; and a kid now can proclaim to the four winds not 
only that she fucks, but that she's knocked up and even that 
incest is the way to go.  There are private schools where parents 
have put pressure to let the girls go topless as long as they 
wear a short school-colors skirt.  There are major corporations 
where a fucking break is now as much of a right as a coffee 
break.  The highest rated network-TV show today:  "The Life of 
Suzy Jenkins. . . 10-year-old" is about an incestuous family.  
This is the current wave, and your kids will want to be on top of 
it."

     "Yeah, right," said Mike.  "Buy the stuff or your kids will 
be unpopular.  Big Deal!"
     "You know how important it is for them, Daddy," Joan 
replied.
     "Well, if they *are* pregnant that's proof enough that they 
get the right kind of loving:  The kind that begins with gobs of 
white stuff in a little girl's womb, and becomes  a big belly 
later."  The man was starting to get turned on by the discussion.

     "Dan, we're now going to take a look at some of our adult 
size _Tammy-wear_.  Now, here are Maria, Juanita, Kate, and 
Sandy, three of our secretaries over at billing, all of whom are 
bearing a son's baby in their bellies."
     Dark Maria Juanita, red-headed Kate and tanned, blonde Sandy 
strutted their stuff:  Sandy was wearing what looked like a huge, 
huge t-shirt, which over the belly area had the cute saying:  "At 
least MY kid did NOT flunk Sex-Ed."  Kate had what seemed like a 
striped knit top, but on close-up you could see the stripes were 
really lines of graffiti-styled text, that said: "My son fucked 
me" "This is my kid's kid" "Knocked-up by a son" "My boy got back 
in where he came out of" "Mama's good fuckin'" "SON for SON" and 
other such phrases.  Maria Juanita's long dress was one big line-
drawing print of an orgy in which all the pairings were adult-
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     Then Sandy pulled the big t-shirt over her head, revealing a 
one-piece swimsuit, thonged in the back, which in a circle around 
her belly bulge had the obscene legend: "Every Little Boy Needs A 
Little Sister To Fuck".  Maria Juanita dropped the long dress to 
reveal a short-length leotard that was scrawled with the same as 
Kate's top, only in Spanish, French, Russian and other languages, 
and a button over her left breast that boldly proclaimed INCEST 
ONLY as her sexual preference.  Kate then took off the knit top, 
revealing an odd T-shirt-like garment cut to expose the breasts, 
and over the belly area two lines, the top one: "The kid who 
nursed on milk from these" (then an arrow to the breasts) and the 
bottom one: "shot cum from his cock in here" (then an arrow to 
the belly).
     "...and you can wear these proudly anywhere you go, because 
the quality is guaranteed.  Let us thank our models for showing 
off these fine fashions, they were great... Diane?"
     "Thanks, Dan...  Guys, remember, for the best deals in 
family sex supplies, the Family Values Channel is the place.  
That phone number, once again, is 1-800-FAMILIA.  Prices on the 
_Tammy-wear_ line by *Tammy-Marlow(tm)* begin at..."

     "Y'know what, Daddy?" asked Joan, cuddling up to him.
     "What, sweetheart?"
     "I think you're right...  As long as a father's or brother's 
or son's cock is flooding her womb with the white stuff, a girl 
knows the maternity clothes are coming soon."
     "And, may we ask, how soon would *you* like them?" he asked 
with a smile.
     "Oh . . .  Maybe I should need it in about a couple of 
months?"
     Mike reached for the remote control.

     "...  and remember to stay tuned for our special offer on 
the Fucking-Your-Kids-Workout *and* How-To-Turn-On-A-Parent 
videos, and the memorabilia sale by former Porn Actress and 
confessed dogfucker turned Presidential Aspirant, Miss..."
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