Meadowvale Academy Chapter 65
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, orgasm denial, 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 65: Appetites Part 1
Penelope caressed the heads of Kayleigh and Lorelei as each suckled contently on one of her nipples. She had been feeding them every day before breakfast, again after they got home from school, and then once more before bedtime since the regimen activated. Their routine had been established to the point that she no longer needed to gather them together. They came to her at the appropriate time wherever she might be in or around the mansion. She lounged on the bed in their room as the two tranquilly swallowed their morning milk and reflected on the budding relationship dynamic between the three.
The three girls sat looking at the yearbook of each of their schools from the last year as they recovered. Kayleigh had just dined on her feces while Lorelei swallowed a load of her cum. Both girls were now stroking themselves at the behest of the youngest third. "She looks cute," the futagen remarked as she studied a picture of a girl named Kimberly Winchester in the previous year's Adderwood edition. "Do you know her? Is she attending the academy this year?"
"She is in my Math class with Miss Daniels," the older answered.
"Daniels...Daniels..." the futagen repeated leafing through a copy of the academy yearbook. "Gina Daniels, this woman, the basketball coach?" she queried pointing at an action photo of the school team in action and receiving a nod in return. "She has a wonderful ass doesn't she?"
"Yes," the blonde answered.
"I think so too. I'll bet you would love to eat their shit wouldn't you?"
Another nod amidst a sigh as the girl's hand worked its magic on her tool.
"Mistress Penelope would like it if you did too," she smiled at her lovingly. "Tomorrow at school you will get both Miss Daniels and Kimberly Winchester to feed you their shit. You can pick the when and where but you must jack yourself to orgasm each time. And I want pictures. Tell them to use your phone. Close your eyes now and think about Miss Daniel's beautiful ass. Imagine what it must look like, taste like. Imagine her delicious shit sliding over your tongue," she directed kissing her forehead and tilting her head once more towards her breasts. Lorelei dutifully obeyed, closing her eyes and suckling as she continued stroking her cock.
"And you," She continued turning to Kayleigh and running a hand through her hair. "Let's look at your classmates."
The girl with the dark brown chocolate hair eagerly snuggled closer as Penelope returned to the Adderwood volume.
"Do you know Elizabeth Cready? She looks like a real athlete. I'll bet she has real tasty shit. You would like her to feed you wouldn't you?" The Harper girl nodded but the 12 year old could see her eyes drift across the page to another photo, one of the teachers. The name below the portrait of the pretty brunette with twinkling blue eyes was Cassidy O'Conner. "You like Miss O'Conner, Kayleigh? Do you think she is pretty?" She saw the other girl's breath catch in her throat slightly. "Winner," she noted with triumph smiling. "We'll put her on your list with Elizabeth for tomorrow then. I will need pictures and I expect you to have a nice big cum for your mistress each time." Their homework given, the tween dominatrix turned her slave's head to her other nipple. The dark haired student eagerly latched on. "Close your eyes now, think of all the wonderful shit you will eat at school tomorrow. Think of it while you stroke yourself."
She leaned back and looked out the window as she fed her budding chattels. They would both cum soon, splashing their white cream all over her torso. But they would lick her clean. One would then give her head while the other rooted around in her ass with her tongue. She hadn't decided who would do what yet. She would give up her seed and then the three of them would fall asleep for the night. She could get used to this.
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As he drove his 2018 dark blue Chrysler 300 down Ripplewood Road towards the center of Meadowvale, Phil Beasley reflected on all the work he had put into following up on the lead he had been given months ago. `Social Corruption in Local Government' was what he was going to call the expose, though he was thinking of working the word `perversion' in there somehow, he wasn't sure yet. The tip he had received had pointed to same sex shenanigans at the highest levels of a community's town council. It had taken him a few months to track down the community in question and then more digging before he found documentation he could use. Granted collectively, none of them proved anything. But taken together, well, his readers would make the leap. "You need to read between the lines and connect the dots," he told himself as he pulled up to the stoplights at Market Road. It wouldn't be long now. He would get to the bottom of this.
He was somewhat surprised when his request for an interview with Mayor Florence Mitchell was granted on his first try after a somewhat lengthy wait. They hadn't gotten back to him until the new year after he had filed for it at the beginning of December, but they hadn't turned him down. His cover as Evan Marlow must be holding. And if it was after six weeks of vetting, then it was solid indeed. "I need to use Francesca for this kind of thing more. She was cheaper than Gill and it looked like her work was just as effective," he noted silently. As it was he would be meeting with the Mayor and her legal council, one Iris Hardin. That was to be expected for the size of article he had told them he was writing. According to his correspondence it was to be an eight page centerpiece for the May issue of `Lifewater' detailing how their Cooperative Community Plan worked. It would be an eight pager all right, but it would be appearing in that publication and it wouldn't be about that.
As he drove down the main drag of the town, he glanced around at the various storefronts. There was a jewelers, a herbalists, a lingerie shop, a farmers market by the looks of it. He saw a shoe store, a pizza parlor, an accounting firm, a florists, as well as a few other shops. And of course, there was the town hall, sitting back from the road itself in a small green all its own. All in all, it was a fairly typical high street. He saw the sign for the restaurant Gemini's ahead on the left. He would be meeting with the two women there for a `long lunch' as they had phrased it. He found a parking spot close to the establishment and checked his gear once more then exited the car. The people on the street seemed to be fairly mundane, regular folks, though he did note that he seemed to be the only male among them. "I wonder just how far this same sex perversion goes?" he queried silently as he walked through the doors of his destination.
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"How did it go last night?" the Mayor asked peering into her phone at the other woman as her lawyer leaned in. The pair had deliberately selected a table in Gemini's towards the back, away from the windows and door, partially hidden by a row of three potted citrus trees. Katherine Cready had ordered a dozen of the plants last week from Clearwater Greenhouses, ostensibly as part of an interior re-do. Three other groupings of similar size dotted the floor creating a cozier ambience. The concept definitely worked. However, in truth she had brought them in for precisely this meeting. Florence and Iris wanted to see this Evan Marlow before he saw them.
"Everything went off like clockwork," Alanna reported on the other end of the call. "Freja got a rather large sample last night and another this morning. We put both in the fridge. Annalise just left here with them. As I understand it Patty will be waiting at the town hall for her."
"What about the rest?" Iris queried.
"Oh he's on it all. We added Seedomil Industrial and Bactromin to his breakfast this morning in the coffee. Brandy snuck into his room last night and dropped a syringe of this new Folliclovan concoction that Patty dropped off into his shampoo. He used it this morning; twice."
"Sounds like he is in love with his locks," Florence commented.
"And then some," the spymaster confirmed. "Any idea what exactly this Erosculpt stuff is?"
"They were fairly closed mouth about it at the clinic," Iris informed the Davenport woman, "But they seemed to be fairly enthusiastic about it. I haven't seen them so giddy since they rolled out Seedomil last summer."
"Sounds like they're getting ready to wow us," the hotelier speculated.
"Wouldn't bet against it," the Mayor agreed. "Hold on, got a text." The large woman flipped away from the video call scanned the contents of the message then returned the two to the screen. "That was Bailey. We asked her to play lookout at and watch for him from her news stand."
"He's there?"
"Just walked in, gotta go."
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"So, I'm guessing you are all wondering why I've invited you for lunch today and had it catered here no less," Annika began peering at the others at the conference room table in the mansion. Across from her were Gracey Mills, Brenda La Salle and Beatrice Tremblay. To her left was Mischa Koletova and on her other elbow was the stout but stately Madlaina Dimetrescu, freshly arrived from Blackbridge Common yesterday. All were presiding over empty plates that looked to have at one point been filled with pasta. Now however, the group was nursing cups of coffee and snacking on desert squares. "It has come to my attention that there has been quite a bit of innovation in the community as of late."
"Gracey, you have two solid devices that you have produced and distributed locally in the Cockblocker and the Cradle. From what I understand you have recently sent one of the latter to Ridgeway Women's College. What's more you've then listened to requests and improved the designs as needed." She then looked to the clothier. "Brenda, your Happy Pants line has not only been a hit in Meadowvale, they are starting to make the rounds at the university as well. And from what I hear there is a waiting list for this new thing you have, the Shitsack. And Beatrice knows I've already taken delivery on one of her FeederQueen chairs. It also has the feel of something that will soon be in demand."
The executive then slid a list of locations from both sides of the ocean up onto the big screen at the far end of the room. There were 14 in Europe, another eight in North America, two in South America, and one each in Africa and Australia. "Ten years ago there were only 17 names on that list. As you can see, the world footprint of the Fenwell Group has expanded in the interim. Out of the 26 names on that list only the eight in red are not part of the Hedonian Learning Network. The futa community has a presence out there in the world. There is a market outside of Meadowvale for the things you produce. She paused to let the information sink in, sipping her coffee as she peered over the rim at the three inventors. "As I mentioned it has already started to happen. I have discussed it with Charlotte Mason, our chairwoman at Fenwell and she agrees, we need to get in front of this. We have an opportunity to enrich ourselves locally by expanding the market for your creations beyond our own horizons. But only if we control the process."
This is why," she continued indicating the two women flanking her, "I've invited Mischa Koletova and Madlaina Dimetrescu to this meeting today. I've recently hired Mischa here as my personal assistant. She has her Masters in Electrical Engineering, but more importantly for the past four years she has been second in command at the Stork's Nest offshore power plant. That place runs 72 turbines. It's not Hornsea One, but you can't run an operation that size on sticky notes and pushpins. She knows how to administrate large entities."
"What does this have to do with us?" The French carpenter asked.
"All in due course mon ami," she smiled. "Let me first introduce the woman on my right, Madlaina Dimetrescu. If any of you have girls in the senior class at the academy, they might know her daughter Veronica. Mads is one of our better marketing minds at the Head Office. She knows how to market to the futa demographic but more importantly knows how to market to other groups that would be interested in what you make and do it discreetly. So why have I brought you together?" She sipped her coffee once more. She definitely had their interest. Two seemed quite enthusiastic but the impenetrable Mills woman only nodded slightly on occasion, remaining wordless, revealing nothing.
"As the Head of Research, everything we do within the Fenwell Group; all of it, comes across my desk. I can safely say that innovation wise, we are definitely punching above our weight in comparison to even the Head Office. And that does not include the medicinal side and we are very impressive there locally. I propose we create a co-operative entity that will help us expand the footprint of our local products called Meadowvale Industries. All three of you would keep your current operations but would be placed under an administrative umbrella run by Mischa here for the purposes of obtaining supplies from and selling finished products to interests outside of our community. By banding together we can buy in bulk easier when we need to Madlaina here would be in charge of marketing your different products abroad. Needless to say, you don't need any help moving them internally," she added with a grin before becoming serious once again. "Profits taken from the outside would be subject to the same communal bylaws we have in place for local businesses that have similar markets. If we find we have others that develop as you have, we can add them in and make the organization stronger still. Think about it overnight. Let me know what you decide." She then fingered the intercom. "Send her in," she spoke before turning to the others. "In the meantime, now that we have all had time to digest our lunch, there is someone else who hasn't had hers yet."
There was a knock on the door to the conference room and then it opened.
"Natascha, come on in," the older woman greeted cordially. "I'm sure you know everyone here."
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The pair studied the reporter through the leaves of the small trees as he peered around looking for their table. "I'm not sure if it's his face or demeanor, but somehow he reminds me of a feral rat," Iris remarked to the mayor.
"There's another kind?" shot back the other with an arched eyebrow.
"I once knew someone with a pet rat," the lawyer insisted.
"Was it a cop?"
"It was still a rat," the redhead moped in jest putting on a faux frown. They both noticed the journalist spot them at the same time.
"You're Mayor Mitchell correct?" the reporter began as he arrived at the table, speaking to Iris.
"That would be her," she nodded to her left then stood with a smile and extended her hand. "I'm Iris Hardin, the mayor's legal advisor and this is the Right Honourable Mayor Florence Mitchell."
Phil shook both of the women's hands as the latter also stood leaving him easily the shortest one at the table. His fake friendliness pasted on his face. "Evan Marlow, stringer for Lifewater Magazine. It's nice to meet you both."
Iris signaled the bar as the trio sat down, the two women on one love seat and the reporter on the one across from them. Between them was a table that stood about desk height. It only took a moment for Katherine Cready to arrive.
"Florence, Iris. Getting a late lunch?" the dirty blonde asked cordially.
"And some good publicity for Meadowvale we hope," Iris returned. "This is Evan Marlow of Lifewater. They are doing an expose on Meadowvale, more specifically our Communal Cooperative Plan."
"We're trying to bribe him with free food," joked the mayor.
"Well if that is the case, I highly recommend our Gemini Pie," the restaurateur suggested. "It's a deep dish omelet with broccoli, mushrooms and sweet potatoes with a wonderful garlic seasoning that is just strong enough to give it a bit of an edge, but not enough to bite.
"That sounds quite appetizing actually," Florence approved. "Large?" she then asked looking around. The three women could see that being ordered for had caught the man off-guard.
"This isn't like other dining establishments," the attorney explained. "We all eat out of the same pot here. It gives the occasion a more familial feel."
"An aspect of the Communal Cooperative Plan?" Beasley asked pulling out his notebook.
"Yes, exactly," the tallest of them nodded in confirmation with a chuckle. "It's not officially in there but Katherine and Keaton brought in the policy with it in mind. Wine?"
"We have a fine local white from Winding Valley you should try," the third suggested.
"Done; a bottle and three glasses please."
"Was she taller than he was too?" the writer wondered as the woman walked away.
The trio spoke for just over an hour over a lunch that proved to be quite substantial. "They certainly didn't skimp on the serving sizes here," he noted silently. "The meal was actually quite good for a bunch of commies."
"Look we've only scratched the surface of the Communal Cooperative Plan," Florence revealed. "If you are going to give the middle eight pages of your publication, you are going to need more. You seem interested in knowing more so how about we go back to the town hall and you meet a couple of our staffers. Gail, the town planner is in today, so is Svetlana, the enterprise manager."
"Hey isn't Annalise in today as well?" Iris queried.
"You're right. She had to take that meeting at the academy this morning but she should be back by now," the politician confirmed. She then turned back to the reporter. "Annalise is in charge of personnel placement among the local enterprises. She works hand in hand with Svetlana. So that will be three different department heads you'll be able to speak to Mr. Marlow. What say you? Do you want to really get to know Meadowvale?"
"It is an offer I can't refuse," he declared with a smile, rising from the table. "Lead on Madame Mayor."
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Once they had arrived at the shop after school the next day, Kayleigh and Lorelei had immediately sought her out. She had been busy with her own lessons; they had set up a table for her in the workshop for when she spent the day at the jewelers. Today was one of those occasions. She had finished her math homework some 20 minutes ago and was in the middle of pumping her cream down the throat of Natascha the gemcutter when the pair found her. "Such a talented set of lips you have Miss Koletova," she complimented as she fucked the woman's face. She noticed that her budding slaves frowned at the attention she was giving the other and smiled inwardly. "They were already developing feelings of jealousy. I'll have to keep a lid on that. A little bit is OK, but only a little bit."
Gradually the futagen's balls emptied and she dismounted from the jeweler's workstation. Penelope fingered a bit of her cum that had dribbled onto the blonde's chin and fed it to her before grabbing her homework and walking over to her two girls. "We ready to go home now?" she asked. "Who should I let carry my books today?" Both blonde and brunette brightened again. The mistress decided to split the load between them. She didn't want them fighting for her affections. They were sisters after all.
She made a phone call as they left the shop for the walk home. That was the nice thing about the mansion they lived in. She had found out it was originally designated for the academy's headmaster, and as such it had a somewhat central location just on the far side of Burgandybridge Park. It was only a 10 minute walk and it was a sunny day. She felt good about her life right now and about that of her girls. As they walked she queried both on they assigned homework.
"I ate five loafs of Miss Avery's shit today after second period," Lorelei reported.
"And what about Kimberly?" the youngest probed further.
"She fed me four logs while I waited for the bus after school, but I had to eat her girlfriend's too or she said she wouldn't feed me."
"She has a girlfriend now?"
"Willow Reed. They've been going steady since before New Year's."
"You need to tell me these things from now on, OK?" she instructed the blonde student. "It might change your homework." A quick nod was the response. "Good obedient," she noted silently."How many logs did Willow feed you?"
"She had four as well."
And you have them all inside? Good for you," she praised as Lorelei beamed.
"And how did your feedings go?"
"Elizabeth had five logs and Miss O'Conner had six. She let me suck her cock too. It was yummy."
"Good girl Kayleigh. You both are."
The trio continued talking as they strode through the park. They were starting to sneak glances at her tits as they got closer to home. She undid two buttons to allow them to get a better view, pretending not to notice their attention. She wasn't wearing a bra at the moment, she needed new ones. The Mesmermamillin had added two inches and a cup size since she had been on the regimen. She was now the proud owner of two 34 inch B cup breasts. "I must be the most stacked 12 year old in town," she mused. The first part of her plan was proceeding apace. Soon it would be time to move onto step two.
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The florist looked back over her shoulder to see how Alicia was doing. Her fourth loaf of fudge was working its way down the throat of the junior. She had really taken to her new duties well since she was shown her future here. She could hear her lips smack as she eagerly ate her waste. Both of the redhead's hands were on her Beanstalk lengthening beef; her normally 11 inch member closing in on twice its size. It was getting close to her chin now. She felt like celebrating and this was a good a way as any.
She had received a letter in the mail this morning from the Fenwell Group, signed by their Head of Research, Annika Schwartzstein. No doubt Rosemary, Beverly, and Edie had received the same correspondence. Their Quad was on the waiting list for a futagen placement, having long ago been accepted. Now it seemed they had indeed been selected as the communal parenting unit for the exo-genetic born futa Clover.
She remembered her from the website they gained access to once they had been approved. A cute crinkle bobbed blonde, she listed her interests as horse riding and graded out highly in horticulture. Beverly in particular had been high on her. She was one of the five they listed as preferences. There was never any guarantee mind you. The Futagen Project was about putting in the place they felt they would best prosper. But having a good marriage between program and preference was never a bad thing. Her cock was now bumping her bottom lip. She smiled as a fifth log began its fecal migration. She shivered as she licked the head of her beast. She was so close. She slowly let her lips slide over the leaking crown, a moan escaping as she did so.
"Let me help you out there," Rosemary offered as she pressed her nipples into Clara's back. She had come over to break the good news, but entered to find her neighbor in mid-feed jacking herself to carnal bliss. She put the letter in her pocket, quickly removed her clothing, and crossed the floor unnoticed. Snaking an arm around her torso she lowered her hand to find the florist's pink. With her other, she gently pushed her head forward coaxing her mouth to take in more of her cock. The Clearwater woman began fucking her mouth more forcefully. The pair as close as they were in terms of geography, didn't partner as much as they used to. Each had several easy options at hand. "We'll have to get back to that, especially now," she surmised. The eldest Winchester kissed her neck and thumbed the redhead's clit causing her to moan and begin swallowing.
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The three walked down the hall towards the mayor's office. A half wall on the left revealed several desks occupied by various administrative personnel, all women once again. "Are there any men in this town?" Phil asked himself privately. To the right were the doors to offices of various department heads, all of which sported placards with female names. "There's something here, I can feel it. And they are letting me right in too." The area to the left had a set of large multi-pane windows that stretched the length of the area, allowing the afternoon sun to stream in. He nodded and smiled as some of the functionaries in the bullpen silently greeted him from the desks.
"Oh, Mr. Marlow I take it?" Svetlana asked cordially as appeared from a side hallway and offered a hand. "Svetlana Stoichkova, Enterprise Manager for Meadowvale."
"Indeed, here to do an expose on your wonderful town," he returned with a bit of enthusiasm as the two shook. Though she had a motherly ambience to her, she cut an attractive figure. He could feel himself stir slightly with the innocuous contact.
"I'll bring the iced tea," the blonde added as she turned back the way she came, surreptitiously passing a vial to Iris.
"Here we are," Florence announced as they arrived at the end of the hall in front of the door with her name on it. She turned the handle and ushered the reporter into the room, followed by her attorney.
He smelt the funk in the room right away and glanced around, spotting four other quite attractive females. A large bodied blonde in her late 30, early 40's sat next to a mousey brunette with glasses on a blue leather sofa. Next to the last was another bespectacled brown haired woman, but she was taller and more stately. She seemed to be the more confident of the pair. A fourth, a young silver blonde who wore her hair short and straight with a side part, was in a matching barrel style seat across from the coffee table that separated the two. A loveseat and two more matching chairs completely the ensemble. Beasley could see the incense stick burning in a holder on the table, it was nearly down to its nub. "What was that all about?" he wondered.
Florence watched as each of those in the room rose from their seats and made their way over to the three new arrivals.
"Annalise Bauer, Personnel Manager for Meadowvale," started the pixie haired blonde as she stepped in. She smiled as she peered at him, deliberately dragging out her handshake. The mayor glanced down and noticed a stirring in the man's pants. The Lustrium each had dabbed on was having its desired effect. Gale Bernier was next. A similar ritual was carried out. The town planner gripped his arm as she greeted the reporter. He hardened even more now. By the time Patricia and then finally Doris has introduced themselves, his member was arching in his trousers, easily noted by all present. He shook his head slightly at the last. The women glanced at each other. They knew his focus was wavering.
The door opened behind them as Svetlana walked in with a pitcher of ice tea and glasses on a tray. Iris, having taken the opportunity to dab herself with the vial before passing it onto the mayor, hooked arms with the journalist and as per their plan, accidently on purpose steered him right into the enterprise manager.
"Oh dear, oh dear," the short blonde exclaimed as the man was soaked in iced tea. "I'm so sorry. I didn't realize you were going to walk in that direction."
"That's going to stain," Doris stated. "It will ruin the clothes."
"She's right you know," the redhead added. "Those need to soak right away."
"Come with me," the politician directed grabbing the other arm. "The mayor's office has its own restroom." Between the two of them Florence and Iris lead the man claiming to be Evan Marlow through the door to the right as the others followed. It was a full bath, complete with its own shower/tub unit and make up station. A second stick of Ephebifem incense was burning here as well. Only half finished, the effectiveness of the drug in this enclosed space would likely be more dramatic. The mauve and crimson motif spoke to the Mitchell woman's earlier collegiate career. "I'll never tire of those colours," she thought escorting the man to the sink, "so many memories." Once inside the pair began disrobing the one between them.
"I can do it myself," he protested weakly to no avail. His shirt was removed, then his sleeveless undergarment. His belt was unbuckled and his pants fell to the floor. His 9 inches jutted out proudly despite the cold fluid that had flooded it only a minute ago. Some semblance of self returned to him as he tried to shield himself, embarrassed. But whatever it was in the air was making it difficult.
"Oh that looks like a real problem," Svetlana commented stepping forward. The tall women to either side of him gripped his arms and forced his legs apart with their own as she took a pair of scissors to his underwear. "Yes, a real problem. Luckily I know how to fix such things," she comforted as she began stroking his now naked member.
"No, no...please...do---"
"Shhh," Iris whispered in the man's ear. "Just let it happen. You know you want to. Svetlana has very talented hands."
Phil could feel himself slipping away. He was getting hornier and hornier. Her hands did feel good on his cock. His struggling against the vice he was in faded the more she jacked him. Her eyes held his own; then peered downwards. His own followed instinctively. He watched her hands cycle up and down on his length. He had such a beautiful cock. He had never really noticed before. He began to slowly sway back and forth with the ministrations. Though his organ was like iron, the rest of his body was putty. Something cool was being smeared on him. He looked behind, his head moving slowly in its fog. Patricia and Doris were painting his body with a burnt orange cream. He was in no position to protest. He let it happen.
"This is an improvement on Maggie's original formula," Patricia explained. "It makes the follicles it soaks into dormant so the hair simply doesn't grown back once it comes off. You need to be careful from the shoulders up though."
"And it still makes the user as horny as hell?"
"Indeed it does," the brunette grinned. "I wasn't going to change that part of it."
Up and down the hand slid as his body was coated in the paste from the neck down. Phil was then guided into the shower. Svetlana undressed and got in with him and washed off the cream, keeping his shaft hard with the occasional touch. After a few minutes he helped from the enclosure and all of his body hair was left behind. Still foggy with lust he suddenly found himself bent over with both hands on the mayor's desk. He wasn't sure how he got there but the redheaded lawyer was seated on the structure's edge between his outstretched arms. She was incredibly sexy in her dark blue mini. She slipped out of the top of her dress and brought his lips to one her nipples. He instinctively started to suckle and was surprised to find he was swallowing her breast milk. The stroking of his tool resumed and another slippery hand began sliding up and down the crack of his ass. Other lubricated fingers joined the first to arrive each of his ass cheeks were kneaded as were his nipples. First one, then two fingers were inserted into his rectum. In and out they pushed and each time they rubbed over a spot that caused his cock to bob.
"Do you like what my hands are doing to you, Mr. Beasley? Do you like it when I fuck your ass with them?" Svetlana asked. His respondent moan was the answer they all sought. He was rocking back and forth in time with the persistent fingers now. The enterprise manager peered at the others. "I don't even think he understands he's been made or that he has been the entire time."
"Well, soon there won't even be a `he' in there to worry about," Florence added as she disrobed behind him out of sight.
His butt cheeks felt warm where he was getting a massage, so did his chest as well. He was floating in a pool of arousal uncaring. His hair was starting to lengthen. The nipple was pulled from his lips and his heads lowered so it rested in the woman's lap.
"You're feeling strange now aren't you Phil?" Doris intoned as she began putting him under. "But it's a good strange, it makes you horny. Fingers in your ass, hand on your cock, more massaging your curvy butt, pulling at the nipples of your lovely breasts." She kept his eyes on her gently gripping his face. "Such wonderful feelings, feelings you couldn't get as a man. That's why you do not want to be one anymore do you? You'd rather be a girlie girl wouldn't you?" She kissed the changing reporter. "Say it with me."
"I want to be a girlie girl."
"I want to be a girlie girl," the journalist repeated.
"I am a girlie girl."
"I am a girlie girl," came back the echo.
She turned the writer's head so it looked down through her newly grown black locks at her new body. She looked back at Patricia and nodded, impressed. Once the Folliclovan interacted with whatever this Erosculpt Gel was, the hair growth just took off.
Phil was beautiful. She had lovely tits. Nice and full, perfectly sized areolas being plucked and pulled. And beyond that a thicker, longer cock protruded. "Such a nice beautiful cock," she lusted licking her lips. Her hips were wider too now she noticed. And those fingers working her ass; causing her to thrust to and fro.
"Such a hot body you have now Marly; the body of a girlie girl," she conditioned, planting the name the group had decided on in the writer's head. "What kind of body do you have now?"
"I have the body of a girlie girl."
"And what does that does that make you Marly?"
"I am a girlie girl."
"You are Marly Evans, the girlie girl."
I am Marly Evans, the girlie girl."
"Good, good," Doris praised smiling. "Do you know what girlie girls like to do Marly? Girlie girls liked to get fucked up the ass by big meaty cocks. Do you want to get fucked up the ass by a big meaty cock Marly?"
"Yeeesss," she moaned.
Doris nodded to Svetlana who left off her ministrations and allowed Florence to push the crown of her beastly beef against the ex-journalist's rosebud.
"Do you know what else girlie girls like to do Marly? Girlie girls like sucking big meaty cocks. Would you like to suck on a big meaty cock Marly?"
"Yeeesss," came a second mewl as she tried to thrust back on the new anal presence, that seemed to dance just out of her reach.
The nurse gently lifted her head by the chin and caressed her wavy long black hair. Iris hiked up her dress and parted her legs, revealing her girthy 11 inches in all of its glory.
Marly saw the beautiful pipe before her. She licked her parted lips and moved forward, taking the crown into her mouth. It felt so right; she was meant to do this. She relaxed her muscles as the redhead started to slide her length into her throat bit by bit. At the same time she felt something nearly split her in half as it pushed implacably past her sphincter and crept into her anal canal. Both prongs slowly advanced until eventually they reached their bottom. Balls rested against her chin; balls rested against her ass. Something cold and plastic tightened around her lovely cock, buzzing and vibrating. A larger, stronger hand replaced the one that had abandoned her. And then the grinding began. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to be taken.
The thrusting was deliberate to start, allowing her to familiarize herself with the girth of both tools. Eventually the speed increased as her holes became accustomed to the first time intrusion of each. The hand on her cock kept pace with the plunging flesh, but though she was as hard as stone, he release remained tantalizingly out of reach. Suddenly she was empty. The mayor, five inches taller than her 5'5" picked her up and put her on the desk facing the ceiling. "She is huge!" Marly noticed dreamily.
"Yes, yes I am," the politician replied before sinking her meat back into her to the hilt. She groaned as she looked around. They were all nude now and each had a hard glistening pipe in hand. All were watching her intently, waiting their turn to pillage her body for sport. Iris climbed up on the desk and straddled her head plunging her own shaft down her throat once again. She recognized Svetlana's hands when they returned to her member frothing in frustration. Then her tits were being pinched and pulled. The furrowing was getting faster now. Again and again the magical spot in her ass thrilled. Her orgasm was getting closer and closer, if only it could get past the restraining ring holding it back.
The shafts were pistoning in and out of her furiously; the ragged breathing of the pair above and behind signaled the impending carnal cresting of the others. Her mouth was flooded with cream as a deluge of the pearly good sluiced into her anal orifice. The ring abruptly loosened from around her fleshy pole. And then her own seed exploded from deep within her balls geysering into the air. Again and again the three steely prongs surged. She was being filled as she emptied. She let her bliss engulf her completely. She knew who she was now. "I am Marly Evans, the girlie girl."
End of Chapter 65