Meadowvale Academy Chapter 100
These stories involve anal fingering, anal fisting, anal sex, auto-fellatio, bondage, coprophagia, dom/sub relations, exhibitionism, fellatio, golden showers, incest, infantilism, lactation, mind control/behavioural training, non-consent/reluctance, orgasm denial, podophilia, prostate milking, scatolia, sex machines, sissification, sitophilia, smothering, and voyeurism. If any of these things aren't your thing you may not want to read further.
Meadowvale Academy
Chapter 100: Family Unions and Re-Unions Part 5
By the time Norma poked her head back through the thick red curtain, the three juniors had their charges lying face up on the table side by side. Each was held in place by the fold up spreader bar that could be found under the edge of each of the specialty booths at the back, ankles next to wrists, the thrusting of their hips urged on by both the implants deep within and the Slutofier's without. Cocks limp but still lengthened due to the generous application of Beanstalk, each looked to their chaperones expectantly, but perhaps were not quite prepared for what came next.
"Looks like we arrived just in time," the diner's manager noted as she scooched into the booth followed by Madlaina Dimetrescu and Mischa Koletova. The first, a tall statuesque Romanian blonde with a short pixie cut, was the Head of Marketing for the Meadowvale Local Government they all knew for she was also the woman with whom Kiraz and her younger sister Banou boarded. The redhead grinned and gave a small wave when she saw her, glancing down at the bound Gwyneth Builder then back at the older woman. The latter, a Russian with a wavy lob of a slightly darker shade, was her assistant. Not nearly as full figured as the former, she had a `Devil May Care' bearing to her and raised an eyebrow in appreciation when she saw the scene before her.
"We should open the curtains between the booths," the younger of the pair suggested following her boss onto the tabletop. "Let the rest see just what we have here."
"I do hope these little lovelies are hungry," the Romanian remarked as she allowed herself to be guided into place by the Turkish futa that lived with her. "We ordered the pancake platter."
"You too?" Erica chimed in as she allowed the Koletova woman to get past her.
"Yep," the Russian returned making her way towards the dreaded futagen in the middle.
"The difference," Norma started unfastening the curtain and pulling it back to reveal the next booth.
"...is that there are eight of us," finished Brenda La Salle as she leaned an arm onto the back of the bench and looked into the neighbouring enclosure.
"Would you like to have a seat over here Miss La Salle?" Erica offered turning once more as she casually fucked two fingers in and out of the mouth of Athena Acorn.
"That does look rather inviting young lady," she agreed starting to climb over her seat. The Canuck paused momentarily when her younger Canadian colleague Beatrice Tremblay slid her hands under her dress and grabbed the top of her panties, sliding them down as she moved. Her foot long cock bobbed in its stiffness with its newly found freedom as she clambered over the divider. After taking a deep sniff, the furniture maker tossed the lingerie over her shoulder like a wedding bouquet where it was caught by the newest member of Meadowvale Industries, Marilu Turner.
Gracey Mills followed the path of the flying garment and grinned as her new colleague held it to her nose as well, being careful not to dislodge her glasses. A native New Zealander, she had only accepted the offer once she found out her Mistress Mother from her days at Ridgeway, Eloise Daigneault, had also found a position within the community. The Turners had been in town for just under a month now and the big brunette had already invited the family over for dinner. The girls on the farm had gotten along quite well with the Kiwi's three daughters Marjorie, Marcella, and Mariam. Mirielle and Marcella were in the same grade, Marjorie only a year behind Natalie, and Gerianne and Mariam would both graduate from Adderwood this June. The former had already convinced the latter to trying out for the wrestling team with her in September.
The Daigneault's, from Luxembourg, would be arriving in about a week's time from what Marilu told her. The two families had already been assigned a place on Howard Avenue just down the road from the new pottery in town. She also had a pair of daughters, though a bit older. The sandy blonde had confided in her last week that the pair were, as of yet, fecal virgins. The engineer had seen pictures of both. Just imagining their lips stretching around one of her juicy logs of shit stiffened her cock in anticipation. She glanced over the divider and the three futas that had been so recently gathered around the table she now sat as they made themselves comfortable on the faces of the trio of the younger girls restrained face up on the tabletop one over.
Gracey let a smile creep over her face. She was in no rush, she could wait her turn. "In the meantime," she thought to herself reaching around the waist of the Turner woman and sliding her panties off. "I've got to find something to do with this hard on of mine." Popping the snaps on her one piece, she pulled the smaller engineer onto her lap and pushed her prong through her colleague's willing rosebud. She let it slowly sink to its maximum depth before starting to methodically massage her meat with the other futa's anal canal, up and down, up and down.
Mischa Koletova counted herself lucky. When she first saw the three 12 year olds folded in front of her she had hoped she would get a chance to feed the redhead in the middle. Given her status as the youngest among them she was fully prepared for that not to be the case. But her boss has chosen the tallest girl to her left and the Brenda the shorter angelic blonde to the right, leaving the upturned face of the young dreadlocked futa open. "She looks so lovely like that," she commented to the Johanssen girl who sat beside the futa caressing her hair. "Mouth open, waiting to be fed, thrusting in anticipation like that. She can hardly wait."
"No, no she can't," Lilja agreed with a nurturing smile as the Russian lowered her hips into place, both women fully aware that the restrained youth had ceded control of her body to the throes of arousal. "She really needs to eat your shit." She looked in at other then "You really do, don't you? Mouth open like that, so eager. Here you go, let Miss Koletova feed you now. Eat all of her lovely shit." The Dane placed her hands on the hips of the other blonde and guided her quivering assflower onto the slackened jaw below. She felt the administrative assistant's body relax as she sighed, her filth oozing out of her and into the fledgling toilet beneath her. Moments later her own head was taken in hand and the thick brown 10 inch cock of Norma Sewell pierced her lips. Smiling around the new intrusion, she wrapped her arms around the wide hips of the restaurateur and leaned into the skull fucking she was receiving from the older futa.
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Amanda Clearwater pondered the ledgers once more as she sat on a barstool behind the counter of the storefront at the greenhouse. She had the double spare Friday afternoons and as a result was sitting here by herself at 12:45 PM doing the company math while her sister Heather and Hinata were still in class. The younger couldn't stop talking about their trip to Perland Bay last week when she had been at Ridgeway. Apparently, a good time was had by all, especially Clover who hadn't really been away from the farm that much until then. From what her younger sibling had told her the futagen was almost bursting with shit by the time they got her home. It took her over 45 minutes to feed all of her filth to Mendie she said. Tammy and Fiona both confirmed it. The three of them had taken turns fucking the girly-girl's boy pussy the entire time. In a way it almost made her jealous, that was 29 inches of cock after all. Before she went to Ridgeway in the fall she would have to find a way to get all three of them on the same bed at the same time with her. Just her.
The senior saw the transport rumble into the gravel parking lot and take the lane back towards the loading docks. Brushing her red hair from her eyes, she grabbed the clipboard with shipping information on it, walked to the door, and paused as the dust settled before opening it. Amanda had been waiting for this. There should be five palettes on that trailer for them according to the order. She hopped on the ATV outside the door and started after the larger vehicle.
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Reina Bautista brushed a hand her big chop afro as she steered the SUV around an 18 wheeler on the freeway. At this rate they would likely arrive at their destination in the next two or three hours. The decision to close the Chalmersport Sole Sisters shop and move everything to the one in Meadowvale had been under consideration for a while but was only really cemented when the storefront beside it became available and the pair had been able to secure it. The space being added would actually be more than they were leaving behind in the vacation town. And relatively speaking, the former was in a better location vis-a-vis the downtown than the latter.
There were four others in the vehicle with the native of the Netherland Antillies. Next to her in the passenger seat was the lawyer Meadowvale had provided to oversee the negotiations, Iris Hardin. A smouldering beauty, she remembered her sister Eleanor from Ridgeway far more than her, though the figure she cut was not one to forget. Both the dark complexioned futa and her slightly less rounded South African business partner Drika De Bruyn had been juniors when the older sibling had shown up at the university but well into the masters in Business Administration by the time the younger had attended. The latter fidgeted with the glasses as she reviewed the contracts once more as they drove.
Behind her in the back seat was her aforementioned classmate, and two others. Her long burgundy brown hair done up in a messy bun, the creamy skinned woman still had that whiff of mischief in her demeanor that had attracted the Caribbean woman to her all those years ago. Seated opposite her against the far window was the South African's older sister Hazen. At 48, the blonde with the flipped back bob, though slightly thinner, still had measurements many would envy. Finally in the middle was the youngest of the group, Hazen's daughter, Katrien. 24 years old, she had inherited the lithe body of her mother. The former had applied for early admission to the University of Cape Town and graduated a year earlier earning her the same degree the futas to either side of her held.
Now however, the newest employee of Sole Sisters, her long honey blonde hair piled atop her skull much like her aunt's, was in carnal distress. The lenses of her glasses had fogged up and she was breathing heavily through her mouth. Her skirt had been pushed up exposing a glistening eight inch cock, a leaking pussy, and a moistened rosebud each of which was trapped in the machinations of a Slutofier. With a leg splayed over each of the two futas beside her, she was humping upwards, her involuntary motion beckoned by the stroking of her mother. Meanwhile her aunt was pinching her nipples and cooing softly into her ear as the recent graduate thrust incessantly needy but denied, her arms bound to the backrests of the seats by a pair of straps.
The pair had been taking turns masturbating the 24 year old since they left Chalmersport. It only took some minor subterfuge on the part of her aunt to distract her niece long enough for her mother to secure one arm. That done the other was easily tied down, her panties removed and the sextoy strapped around her waist. The trip to her new home was no doubt an enjoyable, but at the same time, a thoroughly frustrating one.
"I'm so happy you're here Katrien. It's been so long since I've seen you," the 24 remembered her aunt saying as she moved in for a kiss as the SUV started moving. "The last time we were in Capetown was before you started in university."
Katrien felt her arm being moved and assumed it was her mother trying to enter the embrace but moments later found she couldn't move it. When she turned to see what had happened, her other arm suffered the same fate and suddenly the recently arrived futa was bound between the other two. Her panties were then been removed her blouse unbuttoned and her bra undone. She was then fitted with some kind of sex belt and moments later the assault on her carnality began. They took turns edging her, the two of them. Interspersed between their verbal urgings and kisses were pills of various types, she lost count of how many. Each was gulped down with water, she didn't know how much she drank but between these bottles and the celebratory lunch they had eaten prior to leaving her bladder was filling very rapidly. The relentless teasing had continued unabated. By the time they hit the freeway, the young South African was beside herself in lust.
"That's good Katie, keep humping for me while I jack you," Hazen urged through her daughter's moans as the latter's cock slid up and down in her slippery grip. "Yes, yes, just like that, let's build up your load as much as we can before we get to the shop. We're not too far away now," the older blonde noted as they drove down the country road. "We're almost there. Only a couple more hours. We're going to have so much fun once we arrive, you'll see, so much fun."
"Your cousin Zoete has been waiting to see you," the younger De Bruyn sister added. "You should see her. She's in high school now. She's grown up. A lot."
"She's in the same year as my youngest Bibi," Reina chimed in from the front seat. "They both made the basketball team this year."
"I've got a niece that also goes to the academy and another than will be starting in the fall," Iris volunteered turning around in the front seat.
"I've also got a daughter only a year younger than you as well," the curly haired futa informed the girl. "She'll be working with you at the shop." The two in the front seat shared a smile as both checked out the scene in the back seat, one directly, one glancing in the mirror. The chances of the humping 24 year old having absorbed anything they had just said both knew were slim to none. But she couldn't say later they hadn't said it.
Drika glanced over at her niece's predicament and then to her sister before returning once more to the younger blonde and fondling her tits once more. Katrien's hips thrusting up and down, her steely member sliding through the greasy fingers of her mother as she was goaded her further with sweet words of seduction, the brunette smiled inwardly, her gaze flickering once more between mother and daughter. She had waited a long time for this day. A long, long time. Still smiling she turned back around. "Her sister was right," she mused silently. "We're going to have so much fun once we arrive. More than perhaps she even knew"
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She took a deep breath of air as she broke the surface. She had no idea how long it had been since she had done that. It felt strange, different somehow now. She knew that this was a thing that should come naturally, but for some reason it felt like she had to get reacquainted with the practice once more. She did it again, the second attempt smoother than the first, the third smoother still. She languished lazily for a moment, luxuriating in the mushy bed of soil and shit so dense it easily supported her body weight, yet so supple it caressed her skin. "Mmmmm," she thought, "I could stay here forever."
One by one the vines that had formed her carnal cocoon began to slide away from the rest of her body beneath the surface. The pressure that the two verdant sucking tentacles had been exerting on her breasts, harvesting her milk since she had been under, ceased. Following them the knobby wooden prongs that had been sawing in and out of her pussy and ass the entire time slowly withdrew with a farewell kiss to her prostate and clit that caused her to buck her hips above the surface she had risen to after her release. This in turn exposed the last of the creepers that had originally imprisoned her, those surrounding her twin cocks. She looked down on them once more as the shoots that had been jacking both incessantly, while the two others that had been steadily drawing semen from her body, slowed, stopped and disengaged.
It had been a mutual feeding that had took place. She understood that now. The mother of her new existence needed sustenance in order to keep her strength she had in turn used to nourish her. And nourish her she had. All of the newborn's carnal fluids had been converted within the one who had created her then added to the nutrients of the shit the first had been fed by the second since being wrapped in the warm green womb buried in brown. But she had been awoken now. It was time for her to rejoin the world as she knew it before, as a changed, different being that she had been. Her second cock shrunken and hidden within the folds of her pink now, Edith Walters rose from the plant bed at the back of the Clearwater Greenhouses storefront, slid over the body behind her until she was face to face with the one who had given her new life. A distant memory marked her as vaguely familiar at some point. Each looked deeply into the other with verdant green eyes that grew in intensity as their lips met, viney tongues tangled, and mother lovingly forced a last meal of filth down the throat of her newborn daughter. "Go forth Eden, go forth and feed," the voice within her mind that was Planticia instructed. "Feed and be fed, lovely Eden, go forth and spread our seed."
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At some point Gwyneth Builder's cock began to erupt with her pearly cream and her quim followed suit with its own gooey discharge gushing forth. Her jaw worked endlessly to push down the endless train of waste that was being fed to her by the older woman from the next booth. Even at 12 she understood the relation between the two, all three of them did. It was in their lessons back in Blackbridge Common, required learning. Still theory was one thing, practice quite another. To be sure, she had been fed by her minders a couple of times, she had even experimented with one or two of the others her own age. But she had not gone through anything like this until now.
It had started with a large blonde woman she had heard Kiraz refer to as Mummy Madlaina. She had smothered her with her hips as her rosebud forced her mouth wide. What followed was an unrelenting snake of sludge that just kept oozing out of the older futa, over the younger tongue and down her throat as the contraption the Turkish girl had attached to her waist kept urging libido to greater heights. She saw the pair trade glances. This would not be like back home, where they paused periodically so she could get accustomed to feeding. The flow of filth from above was merciless in its continuity.
And when she had finished, another took her place almost immediately. Considerably younger than the first, her short caramel brown hair was teased with blonde highlights and wavier than the woman who had just fed her. Still, Mummy Beatrice's fudge forced its way into her as rapidly as Mummy Madlaina's had. It was during her second log that she had starting cumming. She had felt the prong being removed from her ass moments earlier only to be replaced by something larger, warmer. Kiraz had told her it was Mummy Mischa. In the face of the stimuli provided by this new massaging of her prostate and the unending banquet of brown, her body's resistance crumbled.
Next was another member of the staff. "This is Mummy Elsa," Kiraz announced as she guided her into place. "She is Mummy Norma's oldest daughter and a very good artist as well. Those are her landscapes on the wall you were looking at earlier." A small burp escaped Gwyneth's mouth then, remnants of the piss Mummy Beatrice had ended her feeding with. "She also made the pancakes you ate this morning."
"She is a cutie," Elsa remarked as she waggled her butt, pushing the young girl's face further into her mocha shaded cleft. "Who did you say was getting her?" she then asked fiddling with her pink kerchief and glasses, her short dreads peeking out from underneath the former.
"I think I saw `4M' on one of the papers with her name on it," she confided. "They don't really tell us much. We're high school students after all."
"Well, 4M Contracting is the outfit run by the Morningmoons and the McFaddens and her last name is Builder you said?" the cook pieced together. "Kinda makes sense." The dark skinned woman then reached back and caressed the Turkish girl's red hair before pulling her head forward. "You look like you didn't get enough to eat as well. Don't worry baby," she smiled affectionately, "I've got lots." With that she partially broke the seal she had formed on the futagen's mouth, forced the junior's head down and began rapidly pushing out a pile of filth on the younger face, force feeding a feast of fudge on both teacher and student.
Pernella Collier waggled her hips a bit more as the young face of Athena Acorn settled deeper into her fecal canyon. The young blonde was starting to show a decent sized bump in her midsection now which was hardly a surprise given that the perfumer was the third woman to feed her in the past hour. She had watched the proceedings as she casually vaped behind the shroud of thick curtains. First to sit this one had been her good friend Brenda from the lingerie store down the street. After that it had been Norma Sewell, the eatery manager. Both had smothered her within their soiled deeps, but neither could match her for sheer size in that regard. Only the top of the futagen's wheat coloured bob was visible past the rounds of her 43 inch ass. She could feel her down there easily enough, lips tickling her rim, throat flexing as more and more of the older woman's filth oozed into her mouth. Whoever was getting this one was going to be happy they did.
As she understood it what was going on here was actually part of their training. It was why Madlaina had moved the meeting today to the diner. "Soon," she reflected, "Kellyann would go through something similar." Her second grandchild had just recently turned 12. The family had been careful to shield her from the various carnal activities they got up to. Her older sister Kendra was fed each evening by either her or her mother, Penny, while the other distracted the youngest. "But that would change soon," There were a few girls in town attending Adderwood in the fall that would need toiletry training over the
summer. "I wonder if maybe we can all do something together," she mused, her cock hardening even more at the thought.
Erica Pang, the junior whispering encouragement to the Acorn girl noticed the change in her organ's condition and the perfumer saw her nostrils flare slightly. Pernella smiled down at her as she caressed the dark hair of the Korean and pulled her onto her 10 inch tool. The older student's willing lips encased her stiffened shaft, sliding up and down its length as she continued shitting into the eager mouth of the young girl below her. "They'll be time to think about that later," she sighed as she let her eyelids droop in lust.
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Nigel Sawyer felt his older sister Regan's tits in his back as he leaned back against her, legs splayed. The brass blonde, in turn, had hers up against a tree in a secluded part of the park between the Gilverket Public and Gilverket Secondary Schools. It was coming up on the second half of the lunch hour for both. Pants around his ankles, the pink silk panties he wore to school today still caressed his thighs but had been pulled down far enough for his sibling to expose his little cock.
"I promised you a surprise if you wore the pink panties to school today didn't I?" she teased pulling a lacy lavender pair out of her purse, "and I'm a girl of my word. Let's see what you little clitty thinks of these Naomi?" she mused bunching the soft silk in her hand and settling it on the member of her sissy brother in training. She smiled and pecked the back of his neck as he chewed his lip and whimpered. "Yeeeeesssss, they feel so nice don't they?" she asked softly as she began masturbating her younger sibling. "Up and down, up and down, you love the feel of silk on your little clitty don't you Naomi?"
Somewhere inside he knew he was Nigel Sawyer, somewhere inside he knew. But right now, wearing these lovely soft woman's things, in the arms of her sister, her legs splaying more and more as she humped upwards against older girl's tender urgings, somehow, she was Naomi Sawyer. Ever since that first time in the laundry room, Regan had each following day found a pretense for cornering him in a private place where she could use her undergarments to jack him turning he into she for a short while at least. Inevitably her arousal would overwhelm her. Over and over she would spurt her creamy spunk into the silk which was then pushed into her mouth where she could savour the taste of cum.
The silk felt so lovely on her little clitty. She arched again and again trying to extend the moments of bliss she felt when her sister's touch brought her nearer and nearer.
"Does Sissy Naomi like the feel of silk panties on her little clitty? She does doesn't she?" she heard her murmur. "Say it Sissy Naomi. Say `I am Sissy Naomi and I love the feel of silk panties on my little clitty'."
"I am Sissy Naomi and I love the feel of silk panties on my little clitty," came her robotic reply so lost in lust as she was.
"`I am Sissy Naomi and I love washing panties soaked in my cum with my mouth.' Say it" the blonde then commanded. Again the younger repeated the directed phrase word for word as her thrusting increased in intensity, and the pressure of the hand became heavier. A finger brushed past the forbidden opening below, using the momentum to tease itself slightly in and out not quite breaking the barrier.
"'I am Sissy Naomi and I love it when someone plays with my asspussy,'" the older proffered once more deepening the indoctrination. Once more the brown haired girly boy echoed his sibling as she humped crazily against the arousing pressure. And then the digit that had been merely curious invaded her anal cavity pushing it through to the second knuckle. Naomi moaned as her cum erupted surge after surge into the pantied prison that held her little clitty captive. In and out the finger plunged as her body flexed in orgasm.
"That's it Naomi, cum for me," Regan cooed as she felt the volleys of semen her sissy brother in training offered up to the silk in her hand. "Give me all of your cum Naomi, show me what a good sissy you are, cumming for me while I fuck your lovely asspussy." She shifted the younger Sawyer slightly towards the lense of the camera on her phone then, set up in her purse which was open and facing the pair on the nearby picnic table, and smiled. She had other recordings, but this had been Sissy Naomi's first real speaking part. "This will help her so much," she mused silently a minute later after she had emptied herself of spunk. She smiled mischievously once more, held the cum soaked panties above her sibling's open mouth for a moment, teasing her, and then slid them through her stretched lips. "So much."
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Somewhat distracted, Amanda turned the knob on the door and backed into the greenhouse shop front while double checking the figures on the tablet. Easter was coming soon and the order that had just arrived had included only some of the daffodils seeds they had requested. The search of the truck's trailer had taken longer than expected she noticed as she glanced at the wall clock that read 2:38 in the afternoon. She'd have to call the suppliers to see what happened to the rest. This on top of the rest of it. She was never going to get out of here. At least she had the time to shower and change out of her school uniform before coming in. She didn't mind it, but you can only spend so much time in something like that before you needed something different. Plus there were cum stains on the blouse and the skirt from where she had been spit roasted during first period accounting by `Chavy' Margolis and Carla Hollinger, not to mention speckles of urine from where the teacher, Miss Rooney had then pissed down her throat before feeding her four serpentine lengths of shit just after the bell. She had been a couple minutes late getting to art class, though Miss Villeneuve seemed pre-occupied and didn't seem to take note as she snuck in through the back door.
Now though, the school colours were in the hamper. Instead a pair of faded cutoff jeans hugged her 34 inch hips and an equally aged flower print muscle shirt adorned her upper body. Both were slightly covered by her favourite jean jacket, dyed slightly red over the blue to give it a purple shade. Her low cut cowboy boots completed the look. Hair in a ponytail she pulled her foot away from the door allowing it to close, and, still looking at the tablet, made her way towards the counter once more. Setting the instrument down, she leaned over it and swiped to the contact list with her left hand. Absently Amanda let her right hand creep downwards to scratch a bug bite on her leg. A second lit nearby, then a third on her ass cheek, and a fourth on her back. Every time she shooed one insect away another landed. For some reason she was starting to get light headed and could barely stand but rather than crumple to the ground, her body found purchase as it fell back in the body of Edith Walters.
The older woman had been missing since last week. Her car was still in the parking lot and the police had been out to look around and ask questions. Everyone was wondering what had happened to her. And now here she was, coddling the copper haired senior in her embrace as she kissed the back of her neck softly. But Amanda saw, she had changed. The school custodian looked 30 years younger than she had the last time she had been seen. Her skin was so smooth she could have easily passed for Sally Ann's older sister, were it not for her hair, which was still grey. And her eyes, her eyes. They were a vibrant, almost glowing verdant green.
The student felt her head turned, her body followed, and suddenly she was locked in a deep, sensuous kiss with the other futa. More bug bites sapped her of her will to resist and heightened her arousal. She felt plant-like tendrils slither over her body and her clothes quickly fell to the floor. Additional shoots forced her legs apart and she was dragged down onto the floor beneath the missing woman. Both of her nipples were encased by sucking flowers and then crown of her stiff eight inch cock as well. A fourth gripped her hardened member and began to jack it as the first three beckoned the fluids from her body. The vines continued to multiply, binding the two into one, fixing their positions and two knobby growths found her ass and pussy.
Their sap mixed with her own and together they thrust into the 17 year old. Deeply they penetrated again and again incessantly massaging her erogenous zones, turning the student's free will into putty and eliciting her own visceral humping in return. The older woman's mouth forced the younger's wider and then the feeding began. A steady flow of filth oozed from one to the other as the verdant cocoon built by one continued to ensnare the other in fecal lust. On and on it went, Amanda felt herself being emptied and filled at the same time a verdant baptism into a new kind of carnality. The same knobby growths that were hammering her lower furrows siphoned the products of each of those places even as they sawed in and out. Her tits and tits offered their milk, their cum to the bodily harvest. And her deluge of sludge sliding down her throat was unending forcing her to swallow again and again and again.
Eden relentlessly pumped in and out of the girl that had wandered into her lair as she continued to nourish her and be nourished by her. She knew instinctively that this host could not ever be as she was. Only Planticia could perform such a transformation. But she had hunger, she had such a hunger. And she had an instinctual imperative to pollenate, to spread the seed of their existence as far and as wide as she could, so as to increase the chances of survival. Her verdant lust fueling her she watched the other succumb to her fecal will. "I will start here Planticia. I will start here."
"Shoot her again dammit, that's my daughter under there!" Clara Clearwater yelled watching the verdant coupling on the floor of her shop, wide eyed in disbelief. Covered in vines but for their faces, the florist could discern a much younger version of Edith Walter, one with green eyes that positively glowed with intensity on top of her eldest child, Amanda.
"I'm trying, I'm trying," Rosemary Winchester returned desperately loading two more tranquilizer darts into her rifle before turning it once more on the cocoon of vegetation. "I only have four more left," she informed her friend as she discharged another into what she assumed was the body of the custodian adding to the pair already sticking out of the foliage.
"Shoot another, I thought I saw her eyes flicker," the redhead urged. "That must mean something." Again the rifle retorted and a fourth missile lodged itself next to the third. The pace of their lovemaking slowed slightly, but continued nonetheless. "Again, Rose, again. Give her the last two." Two more projectiles found their mark in rapid succession, the second, the sixth they had shot Edith with, finally subduing whatever it was she had become.
Her eyes though still green, lost their luminousness. Her body sagged against the 17 year old she had imprisoned, though residual thrusting between the two, sporadic, reflexive remained. And bit by bit, the creepers receded, sliding back into beneath her flawless skin as if they had never existed until there were only two naked futas lying unconscious on the floor.
Clara grabbed the phone from the counter. "We need to call the clinic right now."
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Rachela Bosko, Kasia Bosko, and Tatum Jean Grady lay restrained in on gynecological beds humping incessantly at the behest of the devices that had been implanted in them earlier in the day. The dividers that had separated each of their examination rooms had been removed some minutes before and the three had been wheeled closer together by the seniors from the academy that had been recruited to assist with the day's training regimen. Erin Avery, the class's resident blonde bombshell smiled down at the young Australian as she caressed her longer ginger hair and slightly adjusted the head brace. The girl's expression which constantly shifted between arousal and fear was only too familiar to the 17 year old. It was so long ago that those same mixed emotions flashed across her face when she was trained. The methodology had been somewhat different, they didn't have all the toys they did today, but the feelings had been the same. This one, like the other two, would come to love her fecal future.
"Are the machines making you feel good Tatum Jean? Are they making you squirm and sweat?" she asked as she traced her open lips with a finger dabbed in semen. Slipping it into her mouth she ran it over her tongue as the recently turned 12 year old moaned and her pink prong reacted to the stimuli, swelling slightly. "You like the taste of that didn't you? Yes, you did. You'll taste many things today sweetie. You all will." She loaded up two fingers with cum and started fucking them in and out of the Grady girl's mouth as the younger greedily closed her lips around them. Continuing her gentle thrusting, she glanced about the room.
To her right were her two classmates Madison Miller, captain of both the Basketball and the Swimming team and Cameron Wellesley, noted for leading the Academics team. The first gazed down at the largest of the tabled three, the sophomore Rachela Bosko, having removed her glasses some time ago. The younger futa's brassy blonde hair contrasted with her minder's coal black mane. The former was wider of hip than any of the other students, though the third of the apprentice's Cameron Wellesley, was her better both in bra size and in endowment.
"Such a pretty girl you are without your glasses on Rachela," Madison cooed as she followed her friends lead dipping her own digits into the jar beside the table before inserting them into the girl's mouth. "Such a pretty girl. Nice big cock, nice big lips. Such a pretty girl."
Like the other two, the futa that the full chested Cameron looked down upon, the second's younger sister Kasia, thrust wildly against her bonds as the both her pussy and ass were lovingly ravaged by a pair of lubed prongs that stubbornly continued their plunging despite her motions. Meanwhile her thin six inch member slid up and down in the slippery confines of the cock collar only fueling her lust even more. When she stuck her cum coasted fingers in, the futa with the braided blonde pigtails quickly closed her lips on them, moaning as she swirled her tongue around the tasty intrusion. Pinks thickened and lengthened over the next few minutes and each sighed and mewled as they were mechanically ratcheted up higher and higher towards their carnal cresting.
"How are we doing in here baby?" Dr. Patricia Wellesley asked her daughter as she entered the room followed by two other physicians, Kari Johanssen, and the new arrival, Mary Ellen Grady.
End of Chapter 100