Chapter 12: Filling In
Summary:
The Sators continue to grow and spread...
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Out on the waters, the deep blue of the ocean rolled along uncaring around the bow of a ship on it's way to port. Waves lifted the ship, but the crew was unconcerned. The waters were not that troublesome, and port wasn't that far. Out on the deck, a small group of people had gathered, most of their attention focused upon one woman. She checked the set of her coat and woolen cap against the cold air, muttering to herself in danish. "Okay, get it together, Ella. It's been a slow week, just scrape together a quick fluff piece so you didn't completely waste your time." Lifting her hand up, holding a microphone, she looked to the cameraman, as the sound technician next to him gave a thumbs up. Ella took a moment, then began speaking. "Greetings, Greenland. This is Ella coming to you live from the Davis Strait, about a ten minute ride from Nuuk." She paused as the boat rocked, and she quickly reached out to grab hold of the railing. "Bear with me, here, the water is a little choppy right now, but we should be okay. As long as I hold onto the ship, anyways."
"With all that's been happening in the world these days, it's easy to forget that a country as small as ours still has tourism. And while tourists have been away for a while, business is picking back up, it seems. I'm here with a few intrepid explorers right now." She turned to the man standing just behind her and asked, "So, what brought you to our lands?"
The man rubbed his gloved hands together, his arms close in to hold his thick jacket closed against the stiff ocean breeze. His danish was thickly accented, but passable. "Oh, I've always thought Greenland was always in such a unique position in the world. I've seen bits and pieces in books, but nothing compares to actually being there, so I decided it was high time to come visit."
Ella smiled. "Okay, I hope we can show you something special." Stepping along to the next person, she asked, "And how about you, miss? Why come to visit Greenland?"
The blonde teenager smiled brightly, her beautiful face to the camera, her thick lips speaking in fluent danish. "Oh, we're not actually visiting. We plan to stay here." She partly turned her head to the tall man next to her, reaching her hand out to firmly take hold of the massive dong sticking upright before him, letting her hand slide up and down it. Her tube top hung snugly onto her chest at the collarbones, but the rest of the thin fabric hung loose and short over her great breasts, not quite covering the lower edges of her areolae, their light pink peeking out to the camera over a massive amount of bare under-boob, especially as the wind gave a brief gust and the fabric flapped to show her entire naked tits for a few frames. The text across her chest, in sparkly pink letters, clearly read 'My Daddy is Grand and Great Too'. "My dad said this would be a great place to make babies." She pointedly rand a hand over her bare tummy, just slightly rounded over her thong, before her hand slid lower over tight short-shorts to openly rub at the soft lips pressing visibly through the fabric between her legs.
Ella nodded and focused on the tall and quite naked man. "Sounds like you put a lot of thought into this."
Father smiled. "I have. I'm always on the lookout for places to raise my daughters." He continued, even as the blonde moved her head briefly into the shot to spread her lips wide and take Father's cock deep into her mouth. "I just know my daughters will love growing up and breeding in this fine land." He reached up to set a hand on her head, neatly pulling her hair clear of her face for the camera to see. She hummed pleasantly as her lips let out a loud 'shlup', his dick already glistening with her spit.
"Well, welcome new immigrants, then," Ella looked at the camera and gave a half-shrug. She thought these were just tourists. "And how about you ladies?"
One of the two older women, bundled up against the cold, spoke up. "Oh, we're here to look into the trail of Leif Erikson, the old explorer. It's a shame the world didn't give him as much credit as he deserved." She spoke up as the wet slurping sounds of hot lips on hard cock threatened to drown her out. Behind Ella, Father could be seen adjusting his stance as his daughter sank to her knees to get a better angle for his dick to enter her mouth, her throat glucking and sucking at his enormous thickness.
Ella nodded, "I agree, he's a bit of a tale in these parts..." Whatever Ella was going to say was interrupted as the boat gave a larger rock, a wave splattering against the side of the ship, dowsing everyone with a fine mist of sea spray. A moment later, Ella recovered her wits. "Hoo, that was cold. Chuck, I don't think we're in any real trouble here, but I think we'd all be better going back inside the cabin to warm up. So, I'm going to toss it back to you." She looked into the camera, smiling as best she could, waiting for the all-clear, the three tourists already getting ready to get out of the bitter wind.
Behind her, visible on the camera feed, Father grunted as his daughter, her hair slicked down and thin top soaked clean through to transparency, her visible nipples not even tightening against the wet cold, shoved her face back and forth along most of his two-foot length, neck bulging wide with each thrust, enormous breasts bouncing with the throat fucking, untroubled with the environment around her, only seeking that hot daddy seed that was just starting to pump into her stomach.
There were over a million of Father's spawn sprinkled across the world by this point. Five years later, there were over a million thoroughly pregnant daughters across the world. Every minute of every day a handful were in the middle of giving birth to beautiful, big breasted, thoroughly inbred daughters. Less than two years later the counting of his daughters passed a hundred million and less than four years after that, over a billion. Across the planet every five seconds four of his daughters started giving birth to new little daughters for their daddy, joining hundreds more that were still in the middle of birthing, still pushing out new little girls coated in slime, cumming their brains out as Father jacked off over them and their newborns, then fucked and being impregnated again.
In South Korea, the border guard looked away from the DMZ, listening as they were given calm instructions. After a brief explanation, they nodded and raised the barricades, letting several Father calmly escort about twenty of his asian daughters across the border, five of which looked sixteen and ready to pop with dozens of babies, most of the others heavily pregnant as well but keeping an eye on their big sisters' bellies as they quite visibly wobbled and wiggled, the little ones inside relentlessly pleasing themselves and each other. All of the girls wore small and tight clothes, some with blatantly sexual phrases written in korean. As they steadily walked down the road of the DMZ, the procession arrived at the North Korean border, and Father began discussing his intentions with the border guard there. As he did, his daughters amused themselves with mutual masturbation and making out, leaving a few puddles of girl-cum there at the border as Father talked.
Eventually, the North Korean guards nodded and raised the barricades, letting the Sator family casually walk right in. Later reports stated that they were seen entering the Ryugyong Hotel in Pyongyang and setting up living areas for themselves inside, soon the cries of birthing babies could be heard. A casual passerby asked Father why they chose to live there. "It's about time someone actually filled this empty eyesore with something, so I'm going to fill it with my daughters."
Under London, a subway car opened it's doors, and among the usual crowd of people wrapped up against the usual cold, damp weather, four unusual figures stepped aboard. The first was Jo, her top loosely 'covered' by a fishnet blouse with wide-spread threads, showing the thin sling swimsuit underneath. Her skirt, fluffy folds that only reached mid-thigh, swayed with every step of her heeled boots. Behind her was a little girl, though only in the sense of being about eight years old with height to match. Her dark hair was quite the lustrous mane already, and her breasts stretched her pink baby-doll tee taut while spilling bare under-boob that neared her navel, the shirt reading 'Dirty Slut'/'I Love To'/ 'FUCK' between the tightly-formed cones of her nipples. Her tight denim skirt didn't come up high enough to fully cover the crack of her young and round ass, and her body jiggled noticeably with every movement. The third was an even younger girl, a little under seven, perhaps. Blazing red hair fell straight to her lower back, a light pink camisole hung lose from her shoulders, very transparent and showing every curve and nip of her huge boobs. On her hips were tight and shiny shorts, in the theme of recent experiments from the girls as the shorts themselves had text stretching across her ass cheeks, reading 'Breed Me' in pink, sparkly letters. None of the girls looked pregnant at the moment, but only because they'd last given birth less than a month ago. Behind them, of course, was Father, naked as ever.
The brunette girl quickly found an empty seat and patted it. "Here, daddy!" She smiled widely as he sat casually in her requested seat, his cock already rising in expectation. It didn't take her long to take hold of the slab of meat in her tiny hands and start lapping at it, tongue spread wide and thick, mixing in the occasional suck with her soft lips at the crown of his cock. Her redhead sister quickly moved in beside her, little hands cupping and lifting her daddy's huge nutsack as she lapped against the side of his dick.
Jo stepped over to a center pole as the subway began moving, taking hold of it as the vehicle accelerated. As she did, she asked, "Sweetie? Some music, please?"
The brunette girl paused her oral efforts briefly to smile back at Jo. "Sure, nana." Taking a small device clipped to her skirt's waistband, the girl poked at it for a few moments before clipping it back in place on her hip. Soon enough, music began playing, loud and clear enough to easily be heard across the rail car. The girl returned to kissing and jacking her dad's dick as the heavy beat built.
Jo began to dance, holding onto the pole as she did, her body still the stacked and smooth form of a sixteen year old, yet moving with decades of experience controlling it. Hip sways and chest thrusts mixed with sweeping arm and leg motions, her body artfully mimicking sexual acts with the pole providing a stand-in for her father's cock. Breasts and one leg wrapped around the pole, hips grinding into it, all to the beat of the music as the female singer directly and colorfully described her increasing horniness and demands for sex. With every wide shake of her ass, Jo's skirt flew up to reveal her pussy, sling bathing suit clinging tightly to show her fat camel-toe over and over again.
Minutes of this rolled on, the music continuing to a track with the lady singer extolling the virtues of being a massive slut, Father watching Jo dance as his little daughters sucked him off, until he loudly grunted, his huge cock humping and throbbing as his gummy cum poured into his brunette daughter's mouth. She swallowed all she could, but soon it gushed around her lips, coating her lower face and pouring onto her shirt-covered tits before rolling to the floor. The redhead, forewarned of the coming splooge by feeling the tightness of her daddy's balls, quickly got her face in there, lapping and drinking at the open spill, smears of cum quickly covering her soft mouth. The brunette's eyes rolled up in pleasure as she felt the hot cum coat her, inside and out. As the latest song rolled to an end, along with Father's orgasm, Jo finished her dance routine and stepped over, setting a hand on her sister-granddaughter's shoulder. "Your turn, honey. Show us what you've got."
The brunette, pulling her face off of her dad's dick with a loud pop, smiled at her mom with cum-soaked lips, strings trailing down to connect to her head-sized boobs. "Sure, nana." She stood up, not bothering to clean up, and walked over to the pole. The next song came up, some kind of jubilant J-pop with the female singer rapidly singing in a high-pitched melody about skipping class all day to get repeatedly fucked in the school bathroom in graphic detail, reveling in her filthy naughtiness. She was singing in japanese, of course, but the trio could understand it perfectly. The girl began dancing with the pole, her short, young, hyper-developed body swaying and shifting to the beat happily, a hand coming to her face and chest occasionally to scoop up leftover semen to lick and swallow.
As the brunette did her sexy pole dance, Jo turned to Father, and saw the redhead girl climbing up on the seat around her daddy, a foot on the seat to either side of his hips. Jo quickly set a hand on the girl's shoulder. "No, no, pay attention, dear." Sighing, the girl stepped around to face the other way. Father contemplated the demanding request of 'Breed Me' across his daughter's ass for the moments before her spreading legs revealed a neatly-cut gap in her shorts, with no fasteners to ever keep it closed, opening wide to display her warm and wet pussy. A quick hand reached down to grip his dick, and Jo's steadying touch helping, got his cock into position. The redhead sunk her hips down, the gap in her shorts stretching wide to let her daddy's huge cock smoothly slide into her juicy pussy. Reaching her depth, just over half his cock inside her, the redhead leaned forward to set her hands on his knees before easing her hips up and down, the text on her butt bobbing insistently up and down with each movement. She throatily moaned, her tits jiggling with her fucking, their side curves easily visible to Father through her transparent top.
Jo looked back to the brunette, a judging eye examinine the performance, glancing to the redhead now and then to insure she continued to pay attention. She tapped the redhead's arm to mark an important moment, where the brunette crossed her arms and dragged her tight tee up and fully off, her thick-nippled tits pulled up high before bouncing freely into the open air. The girl's dance continued, boobs leaking their milk into slow but steady drips onto the floor. Jo, rubbing a hand over her own tit, the sling strand sliding aside to let her fingers grip and tweak her thick nipple, told her, "Lower, sweetie. Stretch those legs every time you shake your ass. Let us see your wet pussy. Little lower. There, that's good, honey. Your daddy likes it when you hump with your full body like that. Oh you're really dripping already, I'd love a taste of that sopping cunnie." Jo's other hand slid between her own legs to sink four fingers tugged the swimsuit crotch aside and deeply into her snatch. "A little less hurried, dear, don't make your tits jitter, let them swing. Yeah..." Jo continued to call out instructions, demanding her little girl push her flexibility and control to learn how to properly dance with maximum sex appeal. The girl, in turn, was an enthusiastic and talented student, a joyful smile on her lips as she swung her oversexed body up and down, imagining she was slamming her daddy's entire arm-long cock into her body over and over, just like her redheaded sister was trying to do right now. But even as the redhead fucked Father's cock, she watched carefully, to learn what to do when it was her turn to dance.
The others riding the subway that day didn't even glance up from their phones. Noisy commutes were nothing new. And you always had to watch where you were stepping, going around all manner of unidentifiable puddles. Just another dreary day in the underground.
The songs and dancing continued, every music track with highly raunchy themes and beats, the music recordings as much Known to be there as the girls' barely-there clothing, and just as themed to a constant desire for immediate, non-stop sex. So they rode the subway in an endless circle the whole day, up until the train shut down for the night, Father fucking each of his daughters in turn as the dances continued, sometimes solo, sometimes in pairs with the girls artfully groping and kissing each other to the music, the trio becoming more naked and caked in his and their own jizz as time passed. Just as a million other older Sator girls taught millions of their pre-teen daughters and granddaughters how to dance and grind and strip for Father to the beat of the sexiest music imaginable, with whatever pole or surface available, taking turns dancing and fucking as the days progressed, sometimes with smoothly flat bellies, sometimes with softly rounded tummies, and sometimes even with stretched baby-filled stomachs bloated to their knees as they squirmed and swayed.