Chapter 43

Julie was obviously confused by my request to eat like CR. It wasn’t something I’d ever asked to do, and it was coming out of nowhere. I was concerned that I had read things wrong and shouldn’t be making this request. She arched an eyebrow, and I tensed up and waited to see if she laughed or scolded me.

“Copying us?” Tiffany chided me for not being original enough to have my own thoughts.

“Yes, Ma’am, I was told imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Speaking with CR, I realize now I’ve been a lazy fat-ass, and I am not learning as much as I could in the Program.”

“By all means, Piggy,” Julie took a bite of a hot roll I made and waved her hand at me.

I dumped my own food down on the tile below my feet. I smushed the food with my hands and asked Julie if she minded if I poured my bottle on her feet. She chuckled. The problem was that I was impaled on a bowling pin and couldn’t reach the floor from the position I was in. I started to slide my cunt lips off of it.

“Don’t get off the pin, Piggy; just get down on your knees and let the pin fall with you. You can fuck yourself on it while you eat,” Julie seemed amused by how pathetic I seemed when I was unable to figure out how to eat while staying on the pin.

“Yes, Ma’am, good idea,” I did what she said and backed myself up, ass up, on my knees, and fucked the pin while I ate with just my mouth. It wasn’t very easy. CR looked at me with jealousy on her face, as if she were angry that I might steal away her food or attention. We were like two actual dogs eating under the table.

“Well, this is different,” Jim said as he observed me devour my food. There were times I was desperate to use my fingers to pick up a little bit of mashed potato, but I licked and gobbled just like CR. It took twice as long to eat, but Julie and Tiffany waited for us to finish licking their feet clean and suck up our protein.

It was like drinking Ranch dressing out of the bottle, but even more disgusting trying to lick it off of my floor.

“I hope you mopped the floor recently, Piggy,” Julie said.

“Yes, Ma’am, I have only slept once on the kitchen floor, but I will probably have to tonight so that you and Miss Julie can have the bed.”

“Where did MISS Julie come from?” my daughter smiled.

I didn’t know where it came from. I just said it.

“I am trying to be respectful, Ma’am. Is it okay if I refer to you as Miss?”

“Yeah, love it. Love the feet cleaning, too! Get into between my pinky toes! This is nice. We should have Tiff and CR come over more often.”

“That’s up to you, Miss Julie!” I replied obediently.

After I was satisfied, I gobbled up all of my food and messy protein milk and cleared the table and dishes. My daughter came to me and asked if everything was alright.

“Do you mind if we go back to you being strict with me?” I asked.

“I’d love it, but are you sure YOU won’t hate me? I don’t want to have the same relationship as Tiffany does with her mother.”

“I don’t either, but I feel like we will be different.”

“Is this because I said I’d love to treat you like CR sometimes?”

“Yes, but also because I kind of enjoyed it.”

“Be careful what you wish for, Mom,” Britany warned me.

“It’s Piggy!” I smiled.

FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 27th, 2047 –MORNING WHILE TIFFANY AND CR STAY AT OUR HOUSE

My daughter left me bound in a 69 position, my wrists to CR’s ankles and her wrists to my ankles, our faces in each other’s crotches all night. Tiffany and Julie took turns dressing me down and disciplining me in front of Reese, Dewey, and my husband.

Jim played Pop the booty with CR and me in the backyard last night. I had one ankle tied to a post in the grass, my hands bound my back, and a dildo in my mouth. He and the boys spanked the crap out of our tits while we spun around like a tether ball. The neighbors probably saw the entire embarrassing spectacle.

We dispensed with saying “Banana” if we wanted him to stop because both CR and I were gagged. Tiffany had a custom-made gag for her mother that read cum receptacle.

My daughter just stuffed one of the boy’s socks in my mouth. There wasn’t anything special about it.

I am not sure what is more humiliating. Having a special gag with your name on it for when you are going to be silenced or having to swallow a sweaty sock because you don’t.

Julie and Tiffany decided that Jim was the winner because he had the most hits on us.

Julie gave me to Jim for winning the game for an hour. The way that my daughter did it was very casual. I felt like a prize or an object being passed over to my husband as a toy. I was never asked or consulted, and Jim didn’t act surprised or jealous that Julie gave him to me the way he might have when this first began.

I expected him to say “Thanks for giving me my own wife”.

Instead, Jim was ecstatic that I was all his for an hour. In a lot of ways, I felt like that was something that I’d never seen him do in our marriage and it thrilled me that he wanted me enough to compete for my attention and affection for an hour!

Now that I was impregnated, a lot of the restrictions on me were no longer required. I assumed he could have his way with me if he wanted.

Tiffany gave her mother to him as well. I wasn’t jealous, though. CR and I crawled to his room, and he fucked her while I gave him a back massage and whispered in his ear. I’d never seen him last more than three minutes during sex. There was no way I could compete with CR. She was beautiful and sexy, and Jim obviously favored her.

We didn’t stay the entire hour in his room. It was strangely surreal because our bedroom no longer felt like “my room” at all. Jim fucked CR, and I licked the cum out of her pussy when he finished, even though he didn’t tell me to do it. He seemed like he wanted to go to sleep after he came, so the two of us left.

I was happy that my husband had fucked Karen. It made me feel less guilty about the fact that I fucked so many high school students in order to get pregnant.

My daughter tied me up to CR for leaving around 55 minutes early and left me there until morning. She wasn’t angry. I think she did it because Tiffany did that to CR. CR didn’t talk to me because she was gagged with a sponge, but she did give me the evil eye a few times. I didn’t know if she hated me, or felt violated when I went down on her.

Julie didn’t gag me, but I didn’t want to talk to CR if she couldn’t talk back.

I woke up to her and Julie pouring what I assumed was warm tap water over us both.

“Wake up, sluts! Let’s clean your butts!” Tiffany grinned. I couldn’t wipe the water out of my eyes as I winced and looked at them.

“Still having fun, piggy?” Julie asked.

“Yes, Ma’am. Thank you! Shall I prepare my enema?” I asked. It was one of the first things I did in the morning before Julie usually woke up.

They untied us and gave me permission to fill up the bladders with water. I was prepared to insert it into my butthole in the kitchen. I usually gave myself an enema in the bathroom so I could be close to the toilet.

“No, outside, Piggy! I don’t want your fart-stink in this house!” Julie patted her leg like she was calling a dog to follow her. I heeled behind her on all fours like I had seen off-leash dogs do. Tiffany leashed her mother, and CR walked out before us, sniffing and panting. I adopted the same type of doggy behavior and even sniffed CR’s butt.

I assumed my daughter felt like she had to prove herself to Tiffany and be strict with me. I didn’t argue. I didn’t want to make her look like a fool before Tiffany. I had already been naked outside anyway, so I went for it and applied myself to the role of happy puppy – wagging and smiling.

“Look at them playing together. What delightful brainless bimbos,” Tiffany mused.

I looked up and smiled, leaving my tongue hanging out of my mouth so that my spit ran down my chest. I no longer had any doubts about what I should be doing. I had already behaved this way around my family, and there was nothing that was going to change their impression of me. I decided to embrace it.

The girls brought us out to the middle of my yard. I had already started developing grass itch around my thighs and knees. I could feel the morning dew from the grass on my body as the sun emerged in the sky. Tiffany pushed my enema tube into my asshole, and my daughter made me suck my Randy outside on the lawn.

I didn’t care if the neighbors saw me. There was nothing that I could do to prevent it. It was technically legal to do anything on our own property. I could probably have had sex in front of them on the lawn, and there was nothing the police would do about it. I knew it was inconsiderate but they didn’t have to watch us if they didn’t like it.

I smiled and began to deep throat as CR did the same thing next to me. I saw a nodding look of approval in her eyes, but she didn’t say a word. They made us hold it for far longer than the prescribed 5 minutes that Jen told us to hold the enema for it. I’d say it was about 10 minutes once the entire contents of the bag drained into our tummies.

“Look, this is how these dumb cows will look when they are pregnant,” Tiffany rubbed my swollen, distended belly while I deep-throated a dildo in the grass for their amusement with her mother.

It was painful and uncomfortable, but I was having fun with it. I smiled, and when they finally allowed me to release my explosive backwash, I felt the best. The brown water went all over the lawn. We did it a second time while they whipped our cunts with their riding crops and had us continue sucking the dildos while the water filled our bellies. Once it was all gone and inside of us, They made us stop with the dildo packed down our throats and jog around the outside of our house until we were allowed to squat and let it all out. It wasn’t pretty, so I won’t describe the fizzling sound of hot air releasing out of my backside.

The second enema wasn’t AS enjoyable to release as the first, but at least it ran clear liquid. I expelled it and made an awfully unlady-like sound. That was part of the NIS Program, though. It was to dispel myths and show the natural state of the body. It still felt deeply shameful and rude to make those noises while cleaning out my ass.

A a person in a car that was probably heading to work saw us getting enemas in the back yard. He rolled down their window and called CR and me disgusting pigs. I wanted to cringe and hide, but I simply smiled broadly while my daughter and Tiffany laughed at our predicament. CR was stoically oblivious to the humiliation and seemed to expect to be the object of ridicule at all times.

I was envious of how she could do that with a straight face and not blush. I was increasingly feeling like I should model my behavior on CR and really embrace my role as Piggy, despite the humiliation that went along with it. I had already come this far, after all.

They permitted us to wipe up with paper towels, and then I started breakfast while CR sat on my bowling pin and bounced up and down. I didn’t mind. She had fucked my husband the night before, and since I was in the room, it didn’t feel like cheating at all.

“You are doing very good, Piggy,” Julie smiled up at me.

“Don’t coddle the dumb cunt, Jules,” Tiffany warned.

“Thank you, Ma’am. I know I have been fortunate to get away with being coddled, please don’t coddle me any longer.”

“You have no idea what you are asking for, Piggy,” Julie laughed as if I was kidding or play-acting just for Tiffany and Cr’s benefit to mess with their heads.

“I am a stupid Breeding cow, but I am informed and consent to obey you, Miss Julie. I like it when Miss Tiffany tells me what to do as well.”

Tiffany seemed mildly amused.

Julie still wasn’t entirely convinced I was serious. It was reasonable for her to doubt it. I was making this request out of the blue, and what I was requesting was pretty extreme compared to how things had been.

When Reese and Dewey walked in, I was busy cooking. I heard the two of them laughing in the hallway about something. I turned when they came in, when to my knees and said “Hello Mister Reese, Hello Mister Dewey.”

“What the fuck, Mom!” Reese was impressed. He guffawed and found it amusing, but he liked my positive attitude.

“I don’t think I like being called Mister Dewey,” Dewey decided.

“Yes, Sir,” I responded without even thinking about it.

“That’s much better,” Dewey said as he sat down and asked his sister why I was being so nice all of a sudden. I felt a twinge in my stomach when I called my son Sir, but I had already done it, so I doubled down on it.

“I am glad to be of service, Sir. Breakfast coming up soon!”

“Were you running around outside at the break of dawn, giggling and playing with water guns?” Dewey asked.