Chapter 39

FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 6th, 2047 – FRIDAY NIGHT AT HOME

Friday night passed quickly. My husband and sons quickly adjusted to the sight of me polishing a ten-pin with my pussy juices. It would have blown their mind if I had begun doing this on the first day. It didn’t seem all that strange to them now that we had been doing this for a few weeks.

It still seemed strange to me, and the worst part was that sometimes I gave myself an orgasm. I smiled through it and tried not to downplay my body, quivering and shaking. Julie wanted to normalize women having pleasure, and she often pointed out that I was climaxing.

She’d announce it in the same casual manner that the Pilot on an airplane announces you are flying over the Grand Canyon. “Piggy is having an orgasm if anyone wants to watch,” she’d say while I quivered and shook in shame.

It was too late to go back now, though. My kids couldn’t unsee me having an orgasm. It was a first for Jim as well (unfortunately. Our sex life was usually brief and in the dark before this ever began.

I still couldn’t get myself down on the pin very far. Jim said it would be impossible, but we assured him we saw Jen take several inches.

“It was a magic trick or the deepest cunt I’ve ever heard of,” he had said dismissively.

Jim was disappointed that my daughter didn’t choose “CHASS-TITTY” for my name. He thought it was pretty funny. Julie told him it was her choice and that if he was the Trainer, he could choose that name. Everyone had a pretty good laugh about me calling myself Piggy, and occasionally, I’d oink on command or oink to acknowledge someone’s instructions.

We played Pop the Booty again, and each time, Jim introduced new rules and experimented. Each time, he learned a little something, and it became a little more fun, challenging, or fair. We were hopping around like bound frogs, and they used both the flat of the brush and the bristle side. I wasn’t sure what was worse.

We won and got first-class massages. The guys used special oil and gave Julie and me the full 30 minutes. We were pampered and preened! All three of them took turns on our bodies and massaged our front and back!

Obviously, they spent a lot of time on our tits, asses, and pussies, but it was still relaxing, and all the muscle tension I had disappeared. I had to get to used to the idea that my sons were exploring every crevice of my body, but it felt so good that I really didn’t mind it at all.

I was really glad I volunteered for the Program. I’d probably agree to a massage like this anytime after I completed my nine months. The best part is the men didn’t act like it was an imposition to give us all the attention.

Jim also did something really unexpected. He hated to spend a dime that he didn’t have to spend. He was a skinflint around birthdays, anniversaries, and Christmas. It was me that had to beg him to splurge.

He went out one day and got Julie some roller skates. They were white boots that she could use to ride alongside me. She didn’t have to be on the bike, but she didn’t have to jog either. That was really nice.

Julie tried being harsh with me, but it was infrequent and sporadic. The guys were allowed to put my dildo in my mouth anytime they wanted me to stop talking without asking Julie. They were also allowed to make me do Milk, Lemonade, or Fudge for a full five minutes or show them my taint without asking Julie. They didn’t question why she told them they could do it.

Jim told Julie he was just going to relax and have fun with things. “This is the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen, and I am enjoying it. I hope you don’t mind that I spank your bottom or give you and your mom requests,” he told her toward the end of the night.

“I don’t mind,” she said. “I love doing requests and you guys are welcome to ask for anything.”

“There are some things I just don’t feel comfortable doing with my daughter. You know? Triple Lemonade, I think, is too much.”

“I’ll do it for anyone, Dad. If Reese or Dewey want it, I’ll beat their meat. All you have to do is ask,” she shrugged.

“It’s hard because I still see you as my little girl,” he said. They hugged, and he went to bed alone. I felt bad for him.

That night, Julie permitted me to sleep in her bed at her feet, and in the morning, I greeted my sons and husband cheerfully and didn’t burn the sausage.

SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 7th, 2047 – SATURDAY AFTERNOON JUST BEFORE LUNCH.

Julie was in her room, working on her journal. Jim and Reese were doing something around the house. Dewey and I were in the kitchen. I was preparing lunch or trying to do it while my son gave me requests.

“Bend over and show me your taint, Piggy!”

“Oink,” I squealed like a pig. I stopped cutting the crust off of Dewey’s sandwich, bent over, and spread my legs so that he could look at my taint for the 3rd time that afternoon. “I am surprised you aren’t tired of seeing my asshole and pussy, Dewey.”

“I am not really looking at that. I am looking at the tiny flap of skin that is between them both,” Dewey got closer and snapped a picture. It wasn’t uncommon for him to do that. He probably had hundreds of photos of me in compromising pictures.

“You know, if I ever run for President, and people see these pictures, I doubt they’d elect me,” I joked.

When Dewey giggled, I could feel his breath on my pussy lips from behind. I was dry at the moment, and he scared me. I cringed a little.

“You know one of these days you are going to sniff me and not like what you smell,” I said.

“Your asshole smells like warm Kraft Macaroni and Cheese, and your pussy sounds like cheesy Macaroni when you stir it up,” he observed. That humiliating observation made me blush. He wasn’t wrong. I could see how he’d make that comparison.

“If your father or brother catch you sniffing me this close, they are going to think you are doing more than sniffing,” I warned him.

“Like what?”

I didn’t want to tell Dewey what they would think he was doing because he might be tempted to try to eat me out. I just let it continue to happen. He was curious and I was told to obey simple instructions from him.

“Why is Julie being so strict with you lately?” he asked.

“I think because we have completed the basics, and now she is trying to remind me of my place,” I said.

“You don’t mind when Julie spanks you, calls you names, makes you recite silly tongue twisters, and humiliates you, but you draw the line at me smelling your butt?”

“I am not drawing the line, Dewey. I am letting you do it. It’s just confusing. You could do this with any of the other Participants at school. Why me?”

“I like the smell of your asshole, and I like the shape and the way it looks, and I like how you smile when I do it, and I think if other people saw me doing this at school, they’d call me a brown noser and make fun of me.”

“We aren’t supposed to kink shame, Dewey,” I reminded him.

“Yeah, well, tell that to the Pauzer brothers!”

“Are they still bothering you?”

“No, I haven’t seen them. I think they moved. I went by their house, and they were gone.”

“Why would you go by those nasty boys’ house?” I asked.

“Are you asking as my mom or piggy?”

“Both! I am still your mom,” I assured him. “They aren’t your friends.”

“You are right, but if I didn’t go by and get my ass kicked every now and then, they said they would do mean things.”

“Well, I think they are gone now.”

“They said you licked their asses,” Dewey said.

I wasn’t sure how to respond to that.

“Boys say a lot of mean things, and they were not nice to me and your sister. If you do see them, will you tell me?”

Dewey was about to tell me more when I heard the doorbell ring. Dewey chuckled and said, “Answer it, Piggy!”

I went to the door. I was used to being seen running naked and answering the door for UPS and Amazon Drivers. I wasn’t expecting anyone. In the back of my mind, I expected it was Mrs. Pauzer at the door, summoned like some sort of demonic Beetlejuice by the very mention of her name.

It was almost worse. When I answered the door, my mother was standing on the other side!

“What are you doing here?” I asked. There was no hiding my nudity. I hadn’t opened the door wide, but she could see my nipple peeking out.

“Do I need a reason to come and see my daughter? Is this a bad time?”

“Yes, I mean, no. I mean, well, it’s a long story,” I said as I invited her and my father in.

My mom is a statuesque woman. She’s taller than me and chestier. She has always had a strong personality, but she’s been the quiet one in the family. I wore my hair like her, but I noticed some grey streaks in her dark black hair.

My father was with her. He’s always been the one in charge. He’s loud and kind of like Jim in some ways. He is very handy outside, a former Military, and the kind of guy who loves to hunt and fish.

They were both fully dressed as they walked in. I couldn’t imagine what they were thinking about the black collar around my neck, the bruises on my ass from the spankings I had received. I was naked, and the word “PIGGY” was still scrawled on my butt.

“Have you become a nudist, Brittany?”

“No, Mom,” I said.

“It’s none of our business, Betty,” Dad told her.

“Hush, Stanley! My daughter is standing here naked. I think it’s worthy of a conversation!”

Dewey greeted his grandparents, but he didn’t hug them like he used to when he was little. I could tell he felt he was too old to do that.

I quickly explained that I was in the NIS Program with Julie and that I was required to be nude at all times until I gave birth. My parents were surprisingly quiet and didn’t sit down even though I offered them a seat. I felt like they were considering leaving immediately.

Julie came out of her room with no top and just shorts. “Grandma! Pop-Pop!” she cheered and ran over to hug them. I was shocked that neither of them seemed offended by my daughter being topless. Reese came out next and greeted them warmly but also didn’t offer them a hug.

Jim was the last to join us. “Well, look at this! Stan and Betty! I bet you are a little surprised by some of the wardrobe changes around here!” he said, indicating Julie and me.

“I am flabbergasted,” My mom didn’t mince words. “Betty, you were always the quiet, shy one! You wouldn’t even wear a two-piece bikini because you were afraid your boobies would fall out. Now look at you!”

I blushed and felt ashamed of myself.

“Julie? I always knew you were a little extrovert when you were little. You used to run around in the sprinklers in just your panties! You are growing up so quickly! You look like a full-grown woman!”

I was happy that my parents weren’t freaking out.

“We just came by because we were visiting some friends nearby and thought we’d surprise you. I knew you are a homebody, and Jim is cheap as hell, so he wouldn’t be taking you out shopping,” my father joked awkwardly. “I guess you are saving on laundry detergent this way?”

None of us laughed except for Jim, and that was only because he had told the same joke when this I first joined the Program.

“Well, I guess this is as good a time as any to tell them?” Betty asked my father.

“I don’t think so,” Dad was reluctant. Now, I was genuinely curious.

“Just strip, Stanley,” My mom quickly unsnapped her blouse, revealing she wasn’t wearing a bra. She also wasn’t wearing panties when she removed her pants. “We are nudists. We’ve been practicing for years. We never told YOU because we thought you’d freak out,” my mom laughed as she removed her clothes.

She had a big black tattoo of an ace of spades on her right butt cheek with the words “I LOVE BBC” on it.

“You love the BBC, Grandma?” Dewey asked excitedly.

My mother seemed disturbed by the question. “Yes, I do, Dewey. Very much!”

“What’s your favorite show?”

“On TV?” Betty asked for clarification. “Young and the Restless,” she shrugged with a puzzled look on her face over why he was asking her about that.

“No, on the BBC! Mine is obviously Doctor Who!” Dewey smiled.

“Oh,” My mom smiled with relief and shook her head. “We can talk about that, Dewey. Just let us get our clothes off and get comfortable. I think you may misunderstand what BBC means to me.”

My Dad didn’t seem as enthusiastic. He took off his shirt but wanted to keep his pants on. My mom told him that we were going to find out one way or the other. “Her sister knows, her brothers know; I am sure one of them told Betty by now anyway?”

I had no idea what my mother was talking about. I hoped it wasn’t anything bad.

My father removed his pants and revealed he was wearing a very thin, ultralight chastity belt that cupped his dick and forced it into a permanent flaccid state. My father blushed.

Jim and my sons had a good laugh, but Julie remained stoic. I wasn’t sure what to think.

“It’s just jewelry. I like the way it feels,” Stanley said.

“Stanley Brewer!”

My Dad sighed and looked down. She told him to turn around, and on his very flat and unsexy hairy butt was a matching tattoo, only a bit smaller and surrounded by pink lace. The thing that shocked me the most was that Brewer was my MOTHER’S Maiden name. My last name growing up had been Kolchins.

“It’s very simple: after your kids moved out, we decided to live the way we wanted to live. Stanley was always yelling and arguing with me, and eventually, your brothers wanted to move back in because they needed a place to live. I told him the only way that I would do that is if he put on a cock cage and let me shape him into the husband that I wanted him to be.”

I had no idea what she was talking about. This revelation was blowing my mind. None of my siblings had talked to me about this. The word “Cock cage” sounded very extreme.

“It’s true, Brittany. I was always a crotchety asshole around the house. I would take out my stress on you kids and Betty and yell because I was frustrated and couldn’t yell at the people who pissed me off the most. I am sorry about that. The best decision I ever made was to surrender to Betty, let her manage the finances, the plans, the bills, and just go along with it.”

“We don’t argue, we don’t fight, we don’t have conflict. What’s for dinner? He asks me, and I decide, and that’s the end of it.”

I could appreciate that, but my worldview of my father as the head of the house was shattered. I was very angry with my Dad. I didn’t like to see him be weak, and I felt like submission should exclusively be females. All the Breeders were females. I felt like he was betraying himself and other men.

“I was butting heads with your brothers! Now, I don’t raise my voice. I just listened, and I wish I had done this earlier. I apologized to them and your sister. We never told you because we assumed you would be so shocked that you might never talk to us again. We didn’t come here to do this, Brittany.”

“Yeah, now it’s your turn, Brittany. Why does it say Piggy on your butt, and why are you wearing a shock collar? That’s not part of any NIS high school program I’ve ever heard of.”

“It’s a really long story, Mom. Do you want to sit down?” I asked.

“Can we have some towels, so we don’t ruin your furniture?” My mom asked. I went to get them some towels and returned. I remained standing. I was so nervous.

I began by explaining the Program and its goals to my parents, and they seemed relatively confused and sometimes mortified. I explained that I obeyed Julie and how we were learning to have a power exchange relationship. I finished by explaining that I have to answer Piggy and how that reinforced my place.

“Why don’t you sit down, Brittany, or do you want to call you Piggy now?” Mom asked.

“You can call me whatever you are comfortable with,” I said.

“I should give you a name like that, Stanley.”

“I think Stanley is bad enough,” my father mused. I assumed that cock cage hurt his dick. I wondered how he dealt with erections.

“I don’t have as many rules as you do, and your mom doesn’t keep me caged all the time. I am kind of in shock right now, Brittany. I assume you wouldn’t allow me to call you Piggy?”

“You can if you want, Dad.”

“You are the last person I thought would ever do what I do. You were always so shy and quiet. I guess I may be the last person you thought you’d see as a submissive. It works for us, though.”

“I am curious to understand reasonable requests. If I want something done, I just TELL your father, and that makes it reasonable. Where do you draw the line?”