Chapter 38

FRIDAY SEPTEMBER 6th, 2047 – WORKSHOP

“It’s that time again, Ladies!” Doctor Randy snapped his latex gloves as he entered the workshop hastily. He was flanked by another teacher and the school nurse. “Also, James,” he added as he acknowledged the only male student in the Program this year. He flippantly sang a few lines from an old Oliva Newton-John song, “Let’s get Physical, I wanna get Physical, let’s get into Physical!”

Every Friday, they took our blood and urine and gave us a physical. We had to pee in cups without any privacy. The worst part was that we got fisted in our ass and pussy by Doctor Randy or one of his assistants. They weren’t particularly gentle. They used minimal lubrication and reached right up our asses while making us spread our legs and bend over for them.

The Trainers only had blood and urine taken but didn’t get fisted like we did. The most humiliating part about the excruciating experience was that my pussy got soaked and began to drip down my thigh while Doctor Randy had his forearm extended inside of me.

As a Breeder, I was told to wait in the Breeding position to be examined next to my daughter.

“I missed you two ladies in my 1st Period Erotic Fiction class this morning,” Doctor Randy said as he began working his fingers into my asshole.

“I am the lady. My Breeder is a Piggy,” Julie introduced me. The new name ran through me like a shock to my system. It should have offended me deeply. However, I felt strangely like somehow with my fat tits and ass it was appropriate.

“Ah, I see that. It’s scrawled on this big, beautiful ass,” Doctor Randy read my new name on my butt and I blushed. “You wrote a wonderful essay about raising a human pig named Piggy. She would oink, oink, all the way home. A merry little fat-bellied whore.”

It was Julie’s turn to blush.

“Yes, but this is different; that story was fantasy.”

“You could get your mother a surgical implant of a pig’s nose like your main character and put her outside to rut around in the mud with root vegetables shoved up her ass. What was it, A turnip? I am sure that stings. Then it wouldn’t be a fantasy any longer.”

My daughter certainly had a nasty imagination. I wondered how much of that story had inspired my name. My mind imploded with naughty images of me rutting around in mud, pregnant, and surgically altered to look like a Pig. Plastic surgery had certainly advanced in 2047 to the point where some people were making themselves look like former celebrities or even cats. I’d never heard of anyone being “snouted” but my imagination worked over time as my pulse quickened at the very thought.

Doctor Randy had his entire arm in my asshole and was stretching me out while I imagined that scenario. I groaned. I wasn’t sure if it was pain, discomfort or physical enjoyment. It may have been a bit of both. I was shocked my how readily he could insert his fist into my asshole.

“You are a tough Piggy. You won’t break. Let me just stretch you out a little more and see if there is anything up there that shouldn’t be. There is a little turd ball. That can stay,” he announced to the room that I had a little poop still in my butt. I was mortified.

I was dripping wet like a teeny-bopper seeing her favorite boy band for the first time performing live, and I had just been referred to as a pig but the fresh humiliation that washed over me as Randy extended his forearm in my ass and described the contents of my bowels to the others was nearly unbearable.

When he withdrew from my ass, he told me that I was doing very good. “You have obviously been doing your exercises with your butt plug and made some progress, let’s see how limber your pussy is. You can make it easy to slide a 9-pound baby out of you and, at the same time, build up those special love-making muscles! It’s a win-win – you’ll be super tight when you want to be, and super stretchy when you NEED to be.”

Doctor Randy fingered my pussy and used my natural juices to lubricate his other glove. Then he reached inside me and began to fiddle with my G-spot. He wasn’t trying to make me cum. He was trying to “Edge” me and make me horny. I knew that because we had to practice doing that in some Workshops.

“No anal sex? No vaginal sex?” he asked as he pressed two fingers into my G-spot hard. My eyes rolled into the back of my head for a brief instant, and I felt a little drunk.

“None,” I admitted.

“I read in your report that you had anal with your husband. Are you lying?”

“Oh, yes, besides the one time,” I was already humiliated, and he was piling it on. The others in the class could hear him question me even though two other exams were happening simultaneously.

“Tighten your cunt around my arm and squeeze it with all your might,” he asked. I tried to clench his arm with my pussy muscles and even massage it a little.

“Good,” he said as if he was rating me like a piece of meat. “Did that hurt? Uncomfortable? Feel good?”

“I didn’t NOT like it,” I joked. That was an inside joke intended for my daughter to understand.

“Clever, Piggy. You should save the jokes for the professionals,” he said dismissively. Then, he asked if I knew the difference between oral and rectal thermometers.

“No?”

“Good, open your mouth,” he delivered sourly.

I opened my mouth.

“That went right over your head,” he chuckled and added that it might have gotten stuck between my titties. “Why did the good lord give women breasts?”

“I don’t know,” I said as I closed my mouth. I was confused. I assumed he was going to stick something in my mouth. His humor was so deadpan that I still didn’t get the joke he was trying to make.

“So, men would talk to them,” he said. I giggled. It was then that I realized he was trying to be funny.

He tickled my pussy as he removed his hand and said that I was cleared to start “Bowling pin training” to Ms. Collins.

I thought that was another joke until the exam was over. Ms. Collins held up a shiny bowling pin. “Good news, everyone except for Ingrid and CR are cleared for Bowling Pin training!”

Tiffany and Astrid both chided their Breeders for failing to meet whatever requirement they were supposed to meet. I had no idea this was even a requirement, or we’d measured on this today. Julie seemed to know though.

“No worries, next week we’ll check again. You just need to make your Breeder focus on loosening up and practicing masturbation with their Randy. Once their pussy can be fisted more easily, they can have a pin of their own! Well, it’s not theirs. It will actually belong to their respective Trainer.”

CR raised her hand. She asked in a very serious way, “I am being punished because I have a tight pussy?”

“You won’t be punished, CR. It just means Tiffany needs you to masturbate more often with Randy.”

“How can I get stretched out with a six-inch dick? Let me have one of my dildos at home, and I will be ready. I can take the entire bowling pin! Which end do you want me to sit on?” CR insisted. I was still unclear as to why this was all necessary.

Tiffany smacked her mother’s ass with her crop and told her to watch her tone, and CR hushed.

“You’ll sit on it soon enough, CR. Not all pussies were created equal, and some are tighter than others.”

“I had the surgeon sew me up tighter after I had my kids!” CR interrupted, and Tiffany spanked her mother’s ass a few times to make her stop talking.

“Raise your hand if you want to be called upon, CR. This is not negotiable. The bowling pins are something new this year. I’ll pass them around,” she said.

A standard Ten-Pin Bowling Pin is wider at its base and narrows towards the top. They have an overall diameter of 4.75” (121 mm), a base diameter of 2.03” (51.6 mm), and an overall height of 15”.

At the base of ours, NAKED IN SCHOOL and PROPERTY OF NORTH LITTLE ROCK HIGH were painted in royal blue and gold school colors. The shape is very much reminiscent of a penis with a rounded tip, and then it gets smaller before it reaches the base.

“You won’t be able to suck these to lubricate them, so let me show you how to make natural lubricant,” Jen said as she spit twice on the top of a bowling pin and let it run down. She rubbed her hand all over it. “When you first sit on it, start masturbating and slowly work yourself down it like this. Don’t try to get this up your ass yet. You shouldn’t have anything in your ass when you start this. I want you to just bounce lightly and masturbate until you can fit on the top. At first, you can glide around on it. Think of your pussy as a snail. If you have fat pussy lips like me, you can pull them out and glide around. If you have thinner pussy lips like Julie and Tiffany, you can still do this, but it’s much harder.”

Jen held up the pin and cradled it like a baby. She put that to her stomach and over her pussy upside down. “This head has to come out of that little hole. Your body will dilate to make that happen during birth. You can’t dilate now, so when you simulate this to educate students, you will need to self-dilate.”

Ms. Collins explained that, ultimately, our goal is to be able to sit down on the bowling pin. “You obviously are never going to take it to the floor. You should start eating your meals over the pin at home and getting used to that. When you compete, we’ll measure how much you can fit in your pussy, and that will be part of the competition.”

“Fuck this,” Darla shook her head. “I am not going to destroy my pussy for a competition.”

“That’s your choice, Darla. However, a baby is going to come out of you, so this practice is going to help make your pussy stronger because even though it stretches you out, it builds muscles. I’ll teach you exercises to stretch and grip, so you can take any size cock.”

“I sometimes like having my pussy destroyed,” Darla smiled wickedly and changed her mind about leaving the Program.

“That’s a choice you have to make, Darla. If you can come to terms with fisting, I’d love for you to continue in the Program,” She said before turning to the rest of us and explaining, “Now, obviously, long-term use of the bowling pin could cause some stretching, but your pussies are very resilient and will snap back. You are just developing the internal parts. When you get bred, you could be lucky and get 12 dicks that are about the size of Randy. You could be REALLY lucky and get 12 dicks that are 9 inches. You might get guys with 12 and 14-inch cocks.”

The other Breeders and some Trainers murmured, mostly in positive ways.

“I would say no more than 2 hours a day with this. You don’t have to bring it to school until your first competition. This is not an object you need to carry around with you at school and demonstrate at this time. Does anyone have any concerns?”

“What happened to squatting with legs wide open?” Astrid asked.

“The observation position is a precursor to this one. That’s been strengthening leg muscles and the core of your Breeder. They should be sitting the same way, except letting their own weight and gravity pull their cunts down over the pin.”

Jen’s pussy reminded me of a snake that had dislocated its jaw and was now trying to swallow a very large egg, and she slid ever so slowly on the pin.

“Now, let’s talk about fisting. Who here has had a request to fist themselves?”

I was surprised that Astrid, Ingrid, Thelma, CR, and Crabby raised their hands.

“Just your pussy?” she asked. No one lowered their hand.

“Who turned down the request?” she asked.

Thelma said that James had turned it down.

“Why did you do that, James?”

“If I let one guy fist my sister, then everyone gets to wear her pussy like a glove,” James said.

“Will it make you uncomfortable to know that now that we have begun bowling ball training, I expect your Breeder to be fisted several times a day, especially before she sits on her bowling ball? No longer than five or ten minutes at home. At school, a student should not be able to request to fist your sister’s pussy for more than 60 seconds.”

“What about her asshole?”

“We aren’t quite there yet, so the poop chute is only for curious fingers. Your Breeders are still practicing with small butt plugs. When we get to Large Butt Plugs, we’ll introduce daily enemas and fisting the ass.”

There were groans in the room. Everyone else seemed to be familiar with the topic and even expected it would be covered. My only experience with enemas came as a little girl when my grandmother insisted that I needed them when constipated and to keep me regular.

If this was a fetish, I had no idea why.

“You all knew that you would be physically probed, and on the first day, you were all fisted in the ass and your vagina. Is there any reason why any of you physically have reached a limit where you cannot tolerate being fisted and want to be excused from the Program?”

“This is going to be like French kissing all over again,” Darla groaned.

“I like kissing,” Crabby said.

Cookie (Ingrid) agreed and giggled.

“Okay, I’ll consider a medical reason for leaving the Program if any of you cannot handle it. If you are simply comfortable with masturbating with a six-inch dildo, but you can’t handle a wrist, you are going to have a hard time with a baby.”

“Okay, but why does it have to go up our booty though?” Thelma asked and pouted.

“Butt Baby!” Crabby laughed in her throaty, whisky voice.

“That’s a valid question, Thelma. This Program teaches about fetish and discipline, and much of that involves inducing pain and pleasure. Anal sex is a double-edged sword for many that combines both. Think about it, we teach anal at the high school level by letting students put their thumbs in each other’s butts. Is that really what anal sex is?”

No one raised their hands.

“Nope, big cocks reaming your asshole is, but we have always been very limited by Randy’s girth to simulate anal, and most participants were unwilling to share that experience publicly and educate other students on it. Breeders all have to do it. How many of you have fucked yourself with your dildo in the ass for a request?”

All the Breeders raised their hands. Astrid was the only Trainer who raised her hand. “I am the only Trainer who likes it up the butt? I love anal. What’s the problem?”

“There is no problem with Anal, but given the choice, 82% of Participants historically will stop at double fudge, and only 9% of Participants would consent to Triple Fudge. You Trainers were chosen because after your first year, you had loosened up, and most of you are comfortable with ass-play. Now, we are requiring Trainers to fist their Breeders as a reasonable request, but only in the pussy for now. Does anyone have an issue or refuse to consent?”

No one said anything. We were directed to spit all over our wrists and start fisting ourselves, and then our Trainers were asked to fist our pussies again after that. Astrid, Stacy, and Misty also fisted themselves just for practice/their own amusement. The room had a musky smell from all of the pussy juice that was flowing, and girl sweat from our efforts.