8 Months Later:
Jon looked down at her pregmant belly, remebering the mass rape that caused it. She new that there were dozens of possible fathers, even perhaps Sarah. She would never know though because a paternity test would require her to go to a hospital or doctors office, and there were sure to be men there. All that would lead to was another rape thanks to Sarah's horrible curse that she placed on Jon. Jon rubbed her stomach and sighed. She hoped her unborn child would not be a boy because if it were he would probably have the urge to rape her to. This thought brought her to tears. She knew that she would have to abandond it if it were a male, and that just ate her up inside.
"wuts wong son?" asked Jon's mother, now having aged enough to develop the ability to talk. "Mom, what if I have to give up my baby. What if it is a male?" Jon asked through her tears. "Don't worry Jon, I guarentee that won't happen." grandpa interupted. "Even if the baby is born male, we can still use this to change things." She said as she held up the stone.
"GRANDPA!" Jon said suprised, "Why do you still have that cursed stone? Has it not caused enough suffering?" Grandpa reponded "Yes Jon, it has caused enough suffering, but think of how much more suffering would result if it fell into the wrong hands. The safest place for it to be is with me for as long as I live, which incidentally might be forever. I have not aged since I was turned into this little girl, so as long as I'm careful I should live forever. Besides, you need this stone so you can have a daughter and I can have a great grand daughter."
Just then Karen came in the front door with her arms full of grocery bags. "Ok Jon, I got your pickles and ice cream, but try to pace yourself this time. I am getting tired of running into town every three hours." Karen said jokingly as she put the bags on the table. She was getting kind of tired though, since she was the only one of the group who could travel to town. Grandpa would always be to small to drive and Jon would undoubtebly be raped. Jon's mother would be able to run some errands in about sixteen years when she was old enough. Until then Karen was stuck taking care of everyone else. As for her addiction to cum, that was no longer a problem. Karen now got all the cum she could drink thanks to the generous contributions of Mr. Carlyle, AKA the penis.
The semen supply never ran dry and was enough to supply Karen for brief trips to town.
As Karen unpacked the bags, Grandpa set the table and Jon made dinner. She prepared a different meal for everyone, taking into consideration each of their special diets. Jon mad herself a pickle and ice cream mixture. For Karen, she made a nice, piping hot bowl of Carlyle stew, consisting of semen and a pich of anise. Jon made his mother some delicious apple sauce since she was not quite ready for solids yet. Grandpa was the onlyone with a normal diet of the group, and he just had some macaroni and cheese.
Jon was just finnishing dinner when she felt the baby kick. It made her so happy and she called everyone over to her. "Feel this everybody. Isn't it the most wonderful feeling in the world?" She said with a smile. The truely wonderful thing though was that such joy resulted in the midst of the terrible evnts that had dominated these peoples lives. Smiles and tears of joy were now where pain and fear had once been. It truely seemed like the nightmare was finally over.
THE END
.....or is it?
