Meadowvale Academy Chapter 90
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, 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 90: The Past Remembered, the Future Revealed Part 3
"We may as well give you the once over while you're here as well young lady," Dr. Kendrick suggested patting the top of the milking horse to the left of the other Chikritan550D as she glanced towards Marta Ozolina.
The red headed pixie chewed her bottom lip, looked at the blissful expression of her sissy sister and grinned before quickly shedding her clothes as the curtain was drawn between the two. Seductively bending over and sliding onto the surface, the sophomore allowed herself to be strapped in by the latte skinned assistant. She hadn't yet had the opportunity to bound to one of these yet but she had seen it on film. It looked to be a thoroughly enjoyable experience for everyone involved and she had seen how talented the doctor was with her fingers.
"What about you Valda? Your file says you haven't been in for a while," the physician queried. "The town requires you to have a yearly don't they?"
"Yes, yes they do," Alma chimed in. "Had mine last month. You're here dear," she added looking to her eldest daughter, "good time to get it over with."
"I suppose," the brown haired woman admitted as she started undressing. "Where do you want me?"
"Up on the table here, on your back," the Welsh woman instructed. "Felicity Charles is your GP right?"
"Yes," the fire chief confirmed.
"Tess, go see if she is available," Owena directed the Forsythe girl. "I know her schedule was fairly light this afternoon." The young futa promptly left the room once more as the clinician spread the legs of the utilities administrator and fastened them to the stirrups. "They will make such a nice couple I'm thinking," the older commented conversationally nodding to Mirielle and Rozālija cuddling in their post-orgasmic bliss on the neighbouring table.
"Indeed they do," Brigitte nodded speaking for the first time after watching her daughter claim the ass of the strapped down sissy. "They have classes together at Meadowvale."
"That's good to hear," Valda considered from her back. "Your Mirielle will be good for my Roz, help her grow."
"I'm sure she'd love to do that," the teacher replied as she pulled her phone from her purse. The two parents watched their children shared a long, languid kiss and then the larger groaned and slowly began to thrust as her mother tapped on the screen.
"Mirielle has one too?" the red headed inspector asked.
"So does Nathalie. As soon as I could get them in here," the Haitan confirmed. "Their yields are way up now."
"Fun will be had by all," Owena cut in with a grin as the door opened behind her and Tessa re-entered the room followed by Dr. Charles. "Felicity, good you're here," she greeted turning to her colleague. "Valda here has decided to get her annual check-up while she's here and I know you had a light day today."
"I had planned on putting in an hour or so on the paper I'm working on but that can wait," the ancestral Asian woman explained.
"About that," the other doctor interceded nodding to her screen. "A word before you begin?"
"Sure," her colleague replied putting on her glasses as she moved towards the computer.
"How are you liking those?" the grey haired woman asked. "They really work well with your new hair."
"They do what they are meant to Owena," she smiled. "Reading is a lot easier now. And I needed a change anyway. A little bit of a wave, a touch a red. I feel younger already," she related sitting down.
"Of course the whole youth thing has nothing to do with those puppies," the older grinned eying the Asian futa's breasts which had increased in size over the past couple of weeks. "They're nearly as big as mine now dear. How did that happen?"
"All in good time Owena," she chided playfully. "I'm still working on the paper."
"Fair enough," she surrendered with a look of amusement. The two turned their attention to the screen as the Welsh woman typed a few things in and murmured among themselves for a few minutes before returning to the rest of the futas in the room.
"Let's get started shall we?" Dr. Kendrick declared pulling up a stool beside the horse and re-focusing her attention on her second strapped in student. She nodded to Tessa standing nearby and then to the IV drip. The teen in the lab jacket nodded and with practiced precision inserted the needle and began the process. Unlike many of the bags which often had the large `double T' insignia indicating the Toiletry Transfusion solution, this one was unlabeled. Which was how she, Valda and
Alma wanted it for the eldest of the schoolgirls. Oh to be sure the regular ingredients for the mix were in there, but so was a small Mesmermamillin additive, a bit of an experiment on behalf of Felicity she asked her to run.
In theory it should take some of the edge of any resistance the girl might have to anything they might suggest, smooth out the rough edges. But this would be the first time they were trying to administer it without breast milk so it was in this way untried. Without a doubt Patricia would also be interested in the results, which was why they had the cameras on in the examination room all this time. "Just a little something to maintain your levels dear," the doctor then assured her young patient as she inserted the speculum and peered into her anal canal.
Apparently, according to her mother and grandmother, Marta had been getting a little too big for herself at the academy with her sissy sister Rozālija attending for the first time this year. It was one thing for her to establish her dominance over her little sibling but it was quite another when she let that aspect of her personality leak over into her relationship with the school staff. And from what Doris Hanratty and Brigitte had told the two Latvian futas, that's what was happening. "Best to nip that in the bud then," the Welsh woman had suggested on the video call they had made last week.
A temporary numbing agent was applied to the girl's sphincter then a bit further in by the doctor amidst the maternal caresses of her grandmother who had helped strap her in. "Three minutes is all I'll need," surmised the grey haired medical practitioner silently as she paused while the cream took effect. Seeing no response when rubbed up against her prostate a minute later she quickly inserted and installed the implant that would ensure her obedience going forward. "I'll continue my exam in a moment dear," she smiled at the girl on the horse as she walked over to her computer motioning Alma to follow. "Tess, if you could prepare Marta here for her rectal, it would be most appreciated. Use the lubricant on the table there," she then instructed indicating the same substance she had employed with Rozālija.
When the pair returned the fire chief was returning her phone to her purse and making her own fingers slippery once more she squirted some of the gel into the crack of the girl's ass, further easing the way. Two of her fingers slid in effortlessly and she began an easy fucking motion keeping an eye on her computer screen hidden from her patient's view by the curtain. At first there was no reaction which was hardly surprising given the local anesthetic that had been applied but that would change soon. As it wore off a gentle rocking motion from the girl ensued. Shortly thereafter her eyes lidded somewhat and her mouth
slackened. A third finger was inserted and a steady pulse of 2.2, displayed on the screen, was maintained. A casual glance beyond saw her colleague beginning her examination of the girl's mother and a secret smile was shared between the two clinicians. The doctor then nodded to her assistant who approaching unseen from the side slipped an oral spreader into her schoolmate's mouth quickly twisting it to its maximum prying her lips apart before she could react. Between the stimulus of her fingers and the docility induced by the Mesmermamillin she wasn't sure if the Ozolina girl could have resisted in any case.
"So your mother tells me that Vice-Principal Hanratty phoned her last week about you," Dr. Kendrick started as she continued her prostate massage. "She says she had reports that you aren't paying attention in class lately young lady." Another look to the curly haired apprentice saw the latter roll a portable feeder unit with a full eight liter tank from the corner, previously out of sight of the Latvian futa. "Not only that she tells me, and Miss Beauvalier confirmed this to me, that you distract others by talking to them when the teacher is. Don't bother denying it Marta, there are too many that say otherwise," she admonished as the girls eyes found their focus when the hose of the apparatus was attached to the spreader holding her jaw open.
Her rocking back and forth on the horse was insistently beckoned from her by the fingers of the older futa even as she scolded her. "I've always believed that little girls who could not keep their mouths shut should have them filled, filled right up." Though Tessa was a year behind her at the academy, Marta could see in the girl's eyes the understanding that she had the upper hand. Her face softened and she gently stroked her hair as she turned on the pump. At some point a fourth finger was added to those plunging in and out of her ass and her cock throbbed in its reluctant desire even as she watched the sludgy mud climb up the hose. The other student pulled up a stool and stared deep into her eyes, a compassionate dominance as the first filth found its way across her tongue.
"Shhhh, shhhh, Marta," the bespectacled girl whispered as she kissed her forehead. "I'm right here. I won't leave you. Show the doctor what a good girl you can be, let us feed you, let us fill you up." The redhead was forced to swallow the fudge that was fed to her again and again as her thrusting continued unabated taking her back to a place she had thought she had left behind. After all she was the oldest of three sisters and her Aunt Zita was so submissive that she fed her semi-regularly as well. She even had a bigger cock than she did. She was by no means on the bottom rung of the family ladder. And yet here she was once more, shit being relentlessly pumped into her mouth and down her throat to collect in her stomach as her carnal tinglings were once more welded to her forced subservience.
Her ass was suddenly empty and then, with a grunt, full once more with something longer, thicker, more full of life. Hands were placed on her hips and her rocking pushed her rosebud back to meet the girthy length of the doctor's cock as she was filled. "That's right Marta, girls who misbehave in class need to be shown such things have consequences," the Welsh woman chided softly into her ear, her tits mashing into her back. "Girls who open their mouths when they aren't supposed to need to understand that an open mouth begs to have something put into it. Keep eating now Marta, keep gulping down that shit. Show us all how sorry you are, show us all what a good girl you can be," she urged as the grinding of her tool into the pliant ass continued and slowly gained speed. Her stomach expanded as her fecal feasting matched the plundering of her ass.
The doctor stood up once more adjusting her stance to take her increasing bodily dimensions into account, her the pace of her thrusting increasing until with a final groan the 15 year old felt her anal canal flooded with the creamy goo of the futa in the open lab jacket. Over and over the shudders and surges of the older woman echoed through the body of the bound teenager as she was nourished and her schoolmate held her gaze as she held her face in her hands. It was so beautiful. It was so depraved, filthy, impure, all of those things, but also, it was so beautiful. Somehow she had forgotten that, somehow she had. But now it came back to her and she remembered. Even as she gave herself up for the pleasure of others, even as her own pleasure was denied her, even as her body was used as a receptacle for waste, Marta Ozolina remembered.
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Planticia let her lips curve upwards slightly as her grandmother approached, somewhat distracted. She looked tired, bored, anxious to move onto other things in her day. Peering absently out the window at the empty parking lot, she stopped and popped the snaps on her one piece before hiking up her dress and pulling apart her cheeks above. The bald girl's lips parted as the older woman lowered her rosebud onto them. With a sigh let her sphincter expand as her fudgy flow began and the pumps siphoning the milk and semen from the girl whirred into action.
"It's been a long day," Edith muttered aloud to no one in particular as she shit into the mouth of her granddaughter, "A long, boring day." She glanced up at the clock, it was past 3:00 PM. "They're late," she thought as she adjusted her position slightly in response to a small itch on the bottom of her thigh before continuing. She had made sure to show up with a full stomach this morning. She had visited the Bonner Farm last night for dinner and it had been quite a spread. Sirloin steaks all around on an open grill, warmed vegetables, and a wonderful peach pie afterwards. To top it off Gracey had squatted on her face and fed her seven juicy logs of sludge, sending her home bulging beneath her blouse.
She shifted again a bit as another scratch was felt on the bottom of her other leg. Glancing downwards she noticed for the first time how close the herbs in the bed had grown to Alicia's face. "I'm going to have to do a bit of weeding when I'm done here," she concluded as a second length of mud wended its way down. Yes, she was full all right and the Rueben Sandwich she had grabbed from the diner on the way in and had for lunch only made her more so. But she had wanted to be. The custodian only ever got out to see her younger relative once a week anymore so she had wanted to make today's feeding count. It felt so good too, so nice and relaxing, soothing almost. She let her eyelids droop slightly and smiled slightly as her third mushy brown snake oozed out of her. Yes, yes she certainly did enjoy this. She felt more pricks and tickles from beneath the hem of her skirt and tried to slide a bit but found she couldn't. It didn't matter really, it was only a momentary discomfort and then it was gone, submerged in this quiet wave of pleasure washing through her body.
Something brushed against the lips of her pussy causing her legs to part slightly. "Ohhh," she sighed as she looked down into Alicia's now brilliant green eyes. "Hadn't they been blue?" she wondered as the gentle caress of her loins prodded further. Whatever it was dipped inside and found her clit then as she was spread even more. Moments later there was a slight brushing up against her balls. Again she tried to move, found she couldn't, but wonder why she wanted to. "It felt so good, so, so good," she muttered half intelligibly. The pleasant pool of bliss she was floating in buoyed her as she emptied. Her balls were so full, she could feel them yearn for their release. Her pink was gently massaged, her nutsac was lovingly rubbed, and then something wound itself around her nine inch cock and began to jack it.
Up and down, in and out, up and down, in and out, each of the motions timed to all of the other rhythms beckoning her body's arousal. The head of her pipe pushed up against the material of her skirt as it was manipulated and for the first time through glazed eyes she noticed that she had somehow been bound to her granddaughter, to the bed itself, by a series of shoots, creepers, and vines that had seemingly grown out of the shitty soil. Edith knew in the back of her mind that somehow there was something wrong, but even as her doubts broke the surface for breath they were dragged back under by her growing lust. She watched as her member was gradually completely engulfed by green. Her crown was kissed and her stalk was pumped. Her hips started swaying to and fro under the ministrations of the vegetation trapping her within.
More greenery emerged from the fecal earth below and bound her more tightly to the older futa prison of bliss. She felt herself being leaned back, supported from behind but nonetheless being stretched out. The thin shoot that had insidiously invaded her quim thickened and lengthened then, became slick and knobby. Plunging deeply in and out it only added to her mounting arousal. Her rosebud broke contact with the lips upon which it was sealed and her legs were raised overhead and pinned back against her by the flora that seemed to be acting on her granddaughter's whims even as her shit continued to fountain forth from her starfish.
Alicia's shoulders broke the surface of the bed and she gazed down the length of her trapped elder's body as blouse and bra were bypassed by more shoots doing her bidding. Two attached themselves to her swollen areolas and began sucking her breast milk from her just as the larger third beckoned forth her creamy load from her balls. Again and again she arched as her carnal fluids were joyously harvested from her. Her skin was slowly clothed in verdant lust, the shoots seemingly nourished by the fecal filth piling up on her torso. Even though her filth pushed up from her rosebud she felt a smaller, thinner vine work its way down against the tide until it found her inner bump. Once there it kneaded her prostate relentlessly bringing the futa to yet greater heights of bliss.
She gave herself over to the insistent urgings of the wanton vegetation as it climbed up her torso, over her shoulders and cradling her head, covered her face. She was aware she was being moved, gradually being dragged down below, beneath the surface of the sludgy soil, where it was damp and warm and comfortable; a protective place for her cocoon of carnality. Her mouth was forced open then, her face wedged tight, and suddenly was swallowing as she once again surrendered to the wishes of plants. A voice within spoke to her then, wordless, only thoughts and she understood. Her body belonged to a greater entity now. As her cum was pulled from her balls, her milk from her breasts, as she was blindly fed and her own shit oozed into that which held her close she realized she had become a part of a cycle of life. She was where she needed to be, where she wanted to be. Verdant and virile that which nourished her now would command and she would obey. She who had been Edith Walters would become Planticia's eager and willing slave.
"She left the bloody door open," Clara complained as she entered the shop just before 4:30 PM.
"Can't blame her for leaving Mom, we did say we would be back by three," Heather rationalized as she walked deeper into the shop past the new herbal bed in which lay a dozing Alicia.
"True, but at least the woman could have locked up," the eldest Clearwater muttered. "And she forgot her phone here so I can't even call her."
"Yeah but at least the door is fixed now," her daughter called from the back. "It works really good."
"Well that's something anyway."
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It was with a modicrum of difficulty that they made it across the common from the town hall to the library. There were six of them now. Jillian Jarvis sheltered her older sister Aubrey within the crook of her arm as the latter leaned on her. Her lips soiled from her most recent meal, her stomach was rounded with the fudge of the futa that walked beside her Dasom Yun as well as the senior hand in the typing pool Morgan La Croix, the new Housing Manager Hesper Clifford, and her assistant Prudence Merriweather. She smiled and smooched her sibling on the forehead, lovingly rubbing her bump as they entered the second building. "This will be good for Sadie and good for Amber as well being a part of this project," she commented nodding to the two young girls to their right. "It will help them prepare for the academy. Both Doris and Becky say that they'll be asked to work with others on school projects for different classes there. Helping the Finneys with this Yardley book they want to write is a good way to get a head start."
"True," piped up Caera O'Malley from the far side of the other two who had recently been fed. The Environmental Consultant had been only too happy to volunteer to help make sure everyone got to the library on time. Both Jillian's niece and the family futagen had fed on the shit from the Agricultural Liaison Valencia Rodriguez in her sister's office but their bellies were fuller than that as well. Sadie had been pushed to her knees in the hallway on her way out so Eileen Fitzgerald could push her sludgy goodness down her throat while her colleague Connie Carter had taken advantage of the welcoming lips of the bald girl one year younger, doing much the same. "My niece Keegan is working on one now with the Schwartzstein girl for geography."
"During the holidays?" Dasom asked from the other side.
"She says it's worth 30% of the final mark," the Irish woman divulged as she smiled at the senior librarian Gerdur Huld and waved to the others nearby. "Hey ho," she called, "You have company."
"Hey ho yourself Caera," the Icelander returned. "How did you wrangle an invite to our little soiree?" she then asked with a mischievous smile.
"Me? Oh, I'm the help," she insisted with a grin stepping behind the hairless futagen beside her and unbuttoning the back of her dress. "See, I'm helping. Look at me help. Hey Ruth," she greeted as the white blonde lawyer approached the new arrivals.
"Caera, Jillian, Aubrey, Dasom," she nodded addressing each of the adults in turn as she walked up to the bulging bureaucrat. "Welcome, welcome. I'm so glad you could make it. You especially dear," she emphasized as she slowly fucked three fingers in and out of the older Jarvis woman's mouth. "Yes, you especially. We have just the place for you we do. Bring her over here Jillian," she instructed as she turned and started back deeper into the archives.
"Isn't she a beauty?" Roberta Anders exclaimed lowly as the Jarvis's walked by.
"Certainly is," her sister Rosamund agreed, hand down the front of her jeans, lightly fingering herself. "The lines of her face, they're perfect for a head brace. Nice wide cheekbones."
"Lips are plump too," the older observed. "I can hardly wait to sit them."
"I'm going to help," the younger blurted, sticking her slick fingers into her mouth and joining the trio.
"I'll be there in a bit Rosie," the wider Anders pledged stepping forward herself towards the two younger girls that had followed the adults in. "I've heard about you," she purred gently pulling Amber Pristina to the side into her body. "I've heard just what a lovely mouth you have, how you love it when people put things in it. Is that true? Do you like it when people put things in your mouth?" The bald futa, only two inches shorter than the librarian, looked up mutely in confirmation as the redhead smiled warmly. "Amber is it?" she queried as this time the other nodded. "Let's go sit over here so I can give you what you want." With a smile to the Irish futa she led the 12 year old off to the side and, pulling her mini over her hips, sat down on a chair next to a sorting table, guiding the other to her knees before her. "You're just the right height lovely girl," she complimented holding the futagen's chin between her fingers as she allowed her legs to widen, "just the right height." Smiling once more when Amber licked her lips in anticipation, she slid her hand around to the back of her skull and pulled the bald girl onto her thickening tool. "Oh I can tell you've had practice," she cooed as her meaty prong, 12 inches long and eight inches in girth, glided effortlessly down the gullet of the other. "Doris and Becky have nice big juicy cocks and you've sucked them both haven't you? Yes, you have, yes you have," She groaned slightly then when her member bottomed out and young lips brushed the root of her stalk. "Well, here's another for you dear, here's another," the Dutch woman murmured affectionately as she started fucking the face before her. "Yes, here's another."
Though Jillian knew her sister was recovered from her recent office orgasm, she was quite pleased at how easily her instincts had returned to her over the past week. The smell of shit wafted through the air and Aubrey was already hard again, her nine inch length bouncing as she walked readily visible given her lime green bodycon mini had climbed her bulge some time ago. "She was so easily guided now," she mused as she knelt her down on the platform nodding to her fellow clinician Deborah Miller.
"I understand she has become re-acquainted with our favourite pastime since she has arrived," the doctor queried as Rosamund and Ulrike Bergheim commenced fitting the restraints in the base of the Empress Throne to her legs and lining up the dildo with her pussy.
"She been fed every morning before she goes to work by one of us, usually me," the younger Jarvis explained. "At work Dasom back there takes care of her needs. Usually by the time she gets home again Aubrey has another two loads in her. Yesterday she came home with three, I get a daily report."
"Those are always handy," the brown haired physician noted. "Helps track progress."
"And of course Sadie fucks her and feeds her before she goes to bed at night," she added as she watched the side and end panels get slid into place. She removed the glasses of the kneeling futa and ran her fingers through her sibling's hair. "So docile, so obedient," she murmured as she crouched next to her.
"It certainly seems that way," her counterpart agreed as she prepared the Toiletry Transfusion IV. "Where does she sleep?"
"She did have her own pit, but lately she has been sharing with Amber and Sadie," Jillian divulged. "We rush ordered a new one from Meadowvale Industries when we saw how well she easily she fell back into being a toilet. It arrived on Monday. Needless to say, in addition to whatever else they might eat, they are also feeding each other now. Feeding, fucking, sucking, you name
it, they're one big happy family."
Dr. Miller glanced at the nurse's hand playing with her sister's hair. "Have you ever thought of-"
"-a bit," the younger Jarvis answered reading the others thoughts. "I do like smearing shit on Amber's bald head I must admit."
"Playing with your food can be fun," the other returned with a chuckle as she inserted the needle into one restrained arm before reaching over and attaching the medical instrumentation to the other one.
True that," the dark skinned clinician concurred as she tilted her sibling's head back long enough for Ulrike to attach the head brace and lock her in place. Rosamund then inserted the oral spreader into Aubrey's mouth and twisted it open as far as it could go before reaching into her purse for bright red lipstick.
"That's a nice touch," the computer science teacher approved as the lips of the Foreign Investment Manager were re-made dark cherry. "You should do the others as well," the German suggested nodded to the other two functioning units.
"I just might," the Dutch futa smiled standing up and removing her jeans and panties. "But first I need to sit on this woman's face. I've been dying to feed her my fudge since she walked in here."
"Let me open her up first," the nurse advised reaching down the crack of her sister's ass until she found the butt plug. A few twists later and she withdrew her arm with the restraint in hand as the crackling of filth emerging from the rosebud below began to sound. Moments later the thundering hiss of her piss hitting the floor of the unit added to the chorus as a wave of relief flashed across Aubrey's face. "How many of these do they have here?" she asked.
"Gerdur says they ordered eight but four are still being assembled out at Meadowvale Industries," Ulrike revealed. "Gracey took them apart once they arrived and improved the drainage system for the urine. Sloped the floor slightly towards a better grate, made the reservoir modular so it is easily swapped out now."
"What do they do with it? The urine I mean," the taller Jarvis asked.
"It gets put into a centralized pool of waste. Most of it goes to agriculture," Rosamund revealed as she sat down on the seat of the empress Throne and slid back over the upturned face beneath her. "Same with the sludge overflow. That new thing out on Morriston Road, Harristone Botanical Research, has apparently been ordering a lot of the stuff lately." She looked down at the futa below as the pumps powering the nozzles on the tits and cock of the re-born shit slut activated. "Ready to be fed again Aubrey, ready to eat my yummy shit? I hope so because I have a lot to give you today." Jillian moved around from the side of the unit to the front and spread the younger woman's legs, allowing her nine inches to rise to attention.
"Allow me," the nurse offered with a smile before closing her lips over the leaking cock that bobbed before her.
The bespectacled brunette sighed and relaxed as her tool was engulfed allowing her starfish to widen and her fecal flow to begin its journey downwards. Her sludge pushing unimpeded through the one set of Jarvis lips while a second pair smoothly slid up and down on her entire length caused her to close her eyes momentarily in lust and enjoy the sensations. When she opened them once more she was looking up into the spread soiled crevice of Ulrike Bergheim. She moistened her lips then and licked the length of the canyon before wrapping her arms around the German futa's mid-section and sealing her mouth to the rosebud of her housemate. As the familiar fudgy flavor rolled across her taste buds, she allowed her eyes to close once more "I think I'm going to be here longer than I thought," she mused filling herself up with mud as quickly as she emptied. "Yes, yes, longer than I thought."
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Gracey Mills climbed the steps from the dining area off of the kitchen into the wing of the Mason Estate the older members of the household lived in and worked out of in her chauffeur's uniform. All told it was a pretty good arrangement she had with the family. Oh to be sure, her skill set as a mechanical engineer could have saw her taken on by any number of industrial giants but her time here had more or less given her free reign over what she worked on so long as she got everyone to where they needed to be and things kept functioning as they should. And tools and equipment were never an issue. What she needed, she had. She felt appreciated by the family, but as of late it had gone farther. Ever since they had incorporated her and a few other local entrepreneurs under the Meadowvale Industries banner and began a coordinated marketing campaign beyond Harristone County's borders, their orders had steadily increased. She was starting to have a hard time keeping up and she didn't want to put too much more on the kids. They needed their own time to just be kids. It's why she tendered her resignation as the family driver three days ago. And it was why she was on her way to an appointment with Charlotte Mason today prior to picking up Tyler and Samantha for the shift at Serendipity's.
"Ma'am" she called out down the hall mounting the top step.
"In here," came the reply from the older woman from the door of her private quarters some way down on the left. Nodding she strode towards the voice. As she got closer she smiled picking up the familiar clicking and humming sounds of feeding and harvesting pumps she had designed herself. "Astrid and Imogen sound like they are getting their fill today," she mused silently. When she rounded the corner and entered the chamber she saw her suspicions had been confirmed. Wallowing in a morass of mud within a slightly wider and deeper cradle unit specially built for the pair where the two bald futas in question. The older lay on her back, muddy arms holding the younger girl close as she leisurely coated her upper back and skull with filth. For her part, the 12 year old gently rocked to and fro, her head nestled between the 41 inch breasts of the other. Chained collar to collar as they always were these days, they were mostly immersed in the surface of sludge that surrounded them though other parts were occasionally made visible by their mutual thrusting.
Both had oral spreaders held in place by straps around their skulls and into each of those was a hose pulling shit from the bottom of their murky existence and pushing it into their mouths. Four additional hoses were attached to the two. Two thin ones siphoned the breast milk from Astrid Mason while two thicker ones also emerged from the depths of the mushy dung. Those harvested the semen from both of the shit sluts in evenly paced draws timed with their feeding and for that matter, their humping. Eyes glazed over in lust, they were lost in each other, sharing the warmth of their bodies, of the surrounding waste, of the waves of bliss washing through them, aware but unaware of anything beyond the collective fecal carnality they were wrapped in.
The large round mattress under a canopy, easily able to sleep six, dominated the far wall of the room. To its left and hers was an oak desk with what the driver knew was a Feeder Queen with upholstery of fine burgundy leather and a mini bar, both of made of similar wood. Along the far wall looking out of the picture window and onto the stepdown balcony was the latest addition, a one of a kind massage table in the same motif as the chair. There was nothing incredibly innovative about it to be honest, but Georgina and Gerianne had undertaken the project from start to finish and had done a great job with it, which made Gracey proud. The bottom half of the platform was split and hinged so that the legs could be spread in relaxing fashion. The two had built hydraulics into the surface in the middle to help raise the ass of the person who lay on it as well. This meant that when a futa lay on their stomach with their knees bent all three of their lower pleasure centers were there for the taking. It was how the large woman found the matriarch of the Mason family now. Standing on the far side, already in a cute but revealing pink uniform with the Serendipity logo on the breast was Samantha Pang, sawing three fingers in and out of her boss's rosebud.
"I took the liberty of bringing the girls here so you wouldn't have to go gather them," Charlotte explained as she thrust back and forth slightly to meet the plunging digits. "Mmmm, haven't had one of these in a while. Now that I have this little number though, I think I'll be calling on Sam a little more often. You must thank your daughters for this, they did a wonderful job. We should probably have them over for dinner sometime soon."
"I certainly will relay your approval," she grinned stepping further into the room, "and your invitation. I'm sure an evening with the girls here would be something they would like."
"I wouldn't mind getting them up on this thing," the Korean girl chimed in. "They've both been in for a style but neither has been back for a massage since I started apprenticing there."
"They'd probably look forward to trying out their invention with someone who knows how to use it," Charlotte surmised enjoying the sensations. "So I saw your letter," she suddenly pivoted waggling her butt as the younger futa added her pinky to her efforts. "We'll be sorry to lose you Gracey, you've been a real boon to the household. Mind you, I understand completely Meadowvale Industries has to take precedence to driving these brats around." When her grin back to the girl was met with a stuck out tongue, she returned the gesture and both laughed. "And yes I agree, if things keep going on as they are, you are going to need more bodies out there."
"So you're fine with me keeping the workshop?" the short haired woman asked bending down and dipping her hand into the pool of waste held by the cradle to her right before sliding it into her mouth.
"Oh, absolutely, I wouldn't have it any other way," the eldest Mason confirmed. "There might come a day when our location out here in the middle of nowhere becomes a logistical problem, but until it does why make an issue of something that doesn't need to be?"
"That's good to know," the engineer returned with relief straightening up once more. "You said both of the girls were here...?" she then queried. The grey haired futa nodded towards her desk. "Of course."
"Would you be so kind?" Charlotte inquired. "I've fed her today, Maria did too. She does miss her Sofia now that she is living with the Davenports. Samantha also did once she got here but she could use a bit more before she goes in I think."
"My pleasure Ma'am," the bulky woman answered with a warm smile as she started removed her boots, trousers, and panties.
"I'll never get tired of looking at that thing," she mused as Gracey's massive girth flopped into view, hardening with exposure to the air.
"That thing never gets tired," the other shot back as she walked behind the desk. Strapped to the front of the chair, lid acting as a backrest, in a uniform much like the Korean's, was Tyler Halversson. Her legs were pulled up and bound to her wrists as was popular these days and an Anal Trainer slid effortlessly in and out of her ass. Her 11 inch cock, far more impressive than it had been when she had arrived back in September was encased in the harvesting sleeve of a milker unit which was under the desk and already over half full. "So you've been waiting all this time for me have you Sissydick?" she asked the girly girl who with her mouth spread artificially really couldn't converse well. "No need to answer Sweetie, I'm here now." The driver turned around, spread her 54 inch cheeks and descended on the upturned face of the 15 year old. "Let's get you in there nice and deep shall we?" she asked rhetorically, waggling her ass, pressing on the height adjuster and forcing the brunette head further into her browned crevice. Gracey sighed when her rosebud docked on the plush lips below. With a soft grunt she let her sphincter open and commenced pushing her fudgy filth into the stretched maw.
"You were saying you might have someone in mind as a replacement?" the Mason woman asked, her thrusting a bit more pronounced now, but nonetheless still in control.
"Right here Ma'am," the chauffeur replied reaching into her jacket pocket and removing her phone as the milker clicked its cadence once more. "Let me open up this file and I'll put it up on the big screen." A few moments later the headshot of an attractive angular faced woman with high cheekbones and a red-orange long bob appeared on screen. "Her name is Jezekela Matthieu. Everyone just calls her Jez. She's from Saint-Brieuc in Brittany and was a year ahead of me at Ridgeway. She won't be as handy as I am, you may have to hire someone else for that, but she has her Masters in Child Psychology and rates high as a tutor."
"She sounds impressive," the older noted. "Where was she before this?"
"She was working as a live in nanny in Belgium but that contract is up now, the children they cared for are in college now. Triplets actually," the dark haired futa filled in. "She'd want a similar arrangement for her sister and her kids here."
"Her sister? Her kids?" queried Charlotte
"The two come as a package deal," divulged flipping to a new screen with a different bust of a woman, somewhere between five and ten years younger than the first with long hair of a similar shade in a side hanging braid. The familial cheekbone structure of the first marked the two as siblings but the second face was a bit broader. "This is Laora, she is a registered nurse though she is currently distance learning to become a pediatrician. We would need to place her as well." Gracey paused then and smiled slightly, feeling more of her mushy fudge ooze into the willing mouth below. The rhythm of Sissydick's swallowing was a gentle caress deep within her dirty cleft. "She was stretching out rather nicely," she mused privately peering down watching her cock pump out lovely big globs of cum as the futa below jacked her pipe with the sleeve that encased its length. "When had she started doing that?" she pondered inwardly.
"Her kids?" prompted the eldest present, bringing the other back to their business together.
"Right," the Mills woman acknowledged moving her presentation along. "There are two. This here is Alana," she continued as she pulled a third picture onto the screen of a high school aged girl with long strawberry blonde hair parted at the side. She had a rounder face that hid most of those high cheekbones so prominent on her parent. "She'd be a sophomore next year at Meadowvale. As you can see, she is a bit more heavier set than her mother. Apparently quite an eager eater as well from what I've been able to discern."
"Really? That's interesting," the grey haired futa declared raising her eyebrow as if making a mental note. She gasped suddenly when the young Korean girl added a twisting motion with her wrist to her prostate massage. With a guttural grunt the executive began pushing back against the plunging digits with more ferocity.
"And this is Katell," the large driver detailed moving on to a fourth headshot of an even younger freckled futa with long carrot red hair in a loose tail over her left shoulder. Her eyes lidded slightly as the tip of Tyler's tongue massaged her perineum and tickled her balls. The last of her five sludgy serpents slid slowly out of her starfish and into the girly girl beneath her. "She was going to miss this," she reflected inwardly. "Yes, she was going to miss this."
"What a lovely young thing," the Mason woman cooed her arousal starting to slowly get the best of her decorum.
"She's turning 12 next month," Gracey revealed.
"Ooooh, a 12," Charlotte then gushed. "So she hasn't-"
"-not yet," the chauffeur finished, "but Jezekela wants her to be trained."
"Well, I can think of...no better place...to do that...than here," the futa on the table surmised as she actively humped back against the Pang girl's ministrations with vigor. "When...can...they start?"
"They are available now," the driver stated grinning at her boss's carnal climb.
"You...almost done...there?" the Mason woman asked as the slick grinding between her ass and Samantha's small fist built more.
"Almost Ma'am," she confirmed with understated amusement following the other's eyes to her 14 inch cock. She glanced at the task bar on the screen of the desktop in front of her and found the app controlling the woman's Prostatic Stimulator. It was set on an auto increase with a current level of 4.1 but the block was off. "No wonder she's going stir crazy on that table," she grinned to herself as the student below finished cleaning her ass. She looked over to the prone futa once more. "Why, do you
want my big cock? Do you want my big cock to split your ass in two?" she asked standing up.
"Yeeeeeesssss," the executive groaned as the other approached.
"I think its best you wrap your lips around Miss Mason's cock Sam," the big chauffeur advised, "make less of a mess that way." With that the girl removed her hand and lowered the hydraulics on the riser in the middle of the table. Gracey stepped in and lowered first one of Charlotte's rubbery legs and then the other to the floor as the third flashed her teeth and crawled under the structure. She pulled out her phone again and took a look at the readings of her own device. She had definitely churned up a load. "You want me to fill you up Ma'am? You want me to fill your ass up with my thick white cream?" An unintelligible moan was the answer she received. "We ready down there?" she queried peering under the table.
"Mmmmm," confirmed the young Korean.
The Mills woman didn't waste any time, slamming her pipe into the pliant rosebud before her and plunging it in deeper and deeper until after a half dozen strokes her balls slapped up against the pale cheeks of the older futa. She became a carnal jackhammer then, her about to be former boss but a ragdoll on the end of her massive meat. In and out and in and out and in and out, each time ploughing into her with more and more ferocity. Gracey reached around the slimmer waist and thumbed the clit she found there. The persistent moan that had accompanied their rhythm abruptly turned into a higher pitched keening and she felt the shudder echo through Charlotte's body as her orgasm overtook her. The pulsing and squeezing of the anal canal around her own throbbing tool beckoned forth her carnal eruption. Rope after rope of her pearly goo surged into the spasmodic fleshy cock sheath as her look of determination became a smile and her smile a grin. "She was going to miss this," she mused once again. "Yes, she was going to miss this."
End of Chapter 90