Chapter 44

FRIDAY SEPTEMBER 27th, 2047 –FRIDAY WORKSHOP

Ms. Collins was excited to hear about how our exchange nights had turned out.

It sounded like Crabby had thoroughly enjoyed staying at the Karlson’s house. It sounded like she considered it luxurious compared to how she lived. James and Thelma didn’t have anyone to exchange with for that exchange night because Staci Starling’s Mother had dropped out of the Program.

“I am sorry we had a dropout. It’s a little too late in the Program year to start a new person. We’ll just have to rotate through on exchange nights and make the best of it. Julie and Tiffany, what about you?”

Ms. Collins didn’t ask me and CR how it went. We were squatting at our daughter’s feet with our legs spread. It felt like as the Breeder, our opinions either didn’t matter or were secondary to our Trainer.

“It went well,” Tiffany shrugged like nothing had happened. We had done a lot last night. Yet, Tiffany made it seem like it barely met her expectations.

I had a sense of camaraderie or common cause with CR after that night while we were in class. She knowingly glanced at me as if she respected me a little bit. It was the closest I think the woman might get to actual friendship.

However, Tiffany seemed cold again toward my daughter, and that surprised me.

“At first, I was quite hesitant because Tiff is a lot stricter on her Breeder,” Julie gave her side of the story. “Piggy asked me if she could be disciplined like CR, and told me that she wants to consent to be a Cum Receptacle at school.”

My heart sank. I had said that in the heat of the moment at home, and now I was having second thoughts as I thought about the fact that 900 of the 1800 students at that school were men and I might have to eat ALL of their cum if they ever jerked off anywhere near me.

I had already been humiliated at my daughter’s school, but I could imagine this being a new low for me – a cum hound trained to swallow any jizz that is fed to her? The thought secretly turned me on, and that was something I didn’t want to admit to myself. I felt the familiar terror of shame that my daughter might volunteer me for that duty.

I had suggested it, though- in the heat of the moment. I don’t know what had come over me. It’s like I can’t stop thinking about sex and naughty behavior. I wondered how Ms. Collins would react to that news, and I began to blush, but I suppressed my usual smile.

I had grown accustomed to my new role, but now I might have to do something that would have definitely felt out of bounds when I first considered joining the Program.

“That’s a decision that Piggy has to make. Is that so, Piggy?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I was beet-red. I felt everyone in class was staring at me, waiting for me to make that decision formally.

“You aren’t in any trouble. You don’t have to call me Ma’am.”

“My daughter prefers if I address everyone respectfully, and I don’t mind that, or becoming a CR.”

I was lying. I was terrified. I couldn’t even say “Cum Receptacle” out loud because it sounded too naughty, and yet, I found myself making the offer anyway.

“Tell me, what prompted this abrupt reversal? I thought you two had reached some sort of manageable balance between discipline that was working for you?”

“My daughter said she would love to discipline me like CR, and I realized that I am here to obey her. I was talking to CR last night. She told me that she only does things one way, and that’s ALL the way.”

Everyone laughed at how said “ALL THE WAY” because they knew Karen was an over-acheiver.

I was really inspired by her commitment to the Program, and I just thought that if we are going to do this, let’s do it.”

“Tiffany often delves into the experiences that are taught at the college level and are well beyond what we intended to teach here at the school, Piggy. I ask that you really think about it and tell me on Monday if you want to be a Cum Receptacle. I need to hear it from you, and I heard reluctance in your voice. If you are going to ask for this extra responsibility, I need to know you fully understand the gravity and don’t feel peer pressure. I also need to hear you say CUM RECEPTACLE, and not just CR.”

I blushed and made a funny face. I couldn’t look Ms. Collins in the eye. She had noticed my reluctance and called me out.

“As to the request for stricter discipline, that’s something that is up to your Trainer. I fully support making adjustments for what works for you both. You can try it a little harder and make adjustments and refinements. However, once you become a Cum Receptacle, then you can’t go back for the rest of the year.”

“Come to my office in the morning, and we’ll review the certification process if you truly have your heart set on wearing the CR armband. I want you to take the entire weekend to think about the implications.”

I nodded. Julie didn’t pressure me or even bring it up after the session was over.

That afternoon, we were taken to the gymnasium. I was used to being nude in school now, so it didn’t bother me to be in a group of mostly nude women and walk around clothed students. Boys were shooting hoops, and we heard the joke “Shirts versus skins” as they checked us out.

I was often surprised that boys who had frequently seen nude girls at school were still surprised and delighted when they saw naked women. I assumed at least some of them would act like it was normal and not stare. As far as I could tell, that seldom happened.

Jen attached metal clips with small lead weights to the Breeder’s tits and our pussy lips. They jingled and spun slightly as they pressed against our warm flesh when we walked.

She made sure we all were wearing our butt plugs. Then she made us jog with weights on our pussies and tits, and it was intensely different. The weight at first isn’t so bad, but as they start to bounce and thud into your chest, the weights constantly knock against your skin and leave little bruises. I was informed we should be prepared to jog like that from now on.

“You will be elongating your nipples to prepare for breastfeeding. The stretching is going to help you and, it isn’t permanent.”

“Some of you should be lactating soon if you are using your breast Trainers at home. You will be stretching your pussy lips a little as well. Get used to pain and discomfort, and expect it, Girls,” Jen advised as she watched us. Anytime one of us slowed down, we’d get a small zap to our collar.

Thelma said her nipples were already sensitive. “I don’t mind stretching them a little, but why do I have to stretch out my pussy lips? The baby is going to find their way out no matter what, Ms. Collins!”

“Yes, pain tolerance and obedience is also part of the course, and as Breeders, you will be demonstrating to students that stretching and elongating your body parts is an acceptable fetish. It’s part of the program, Thelma.”

“I just don’t want my entire pussy to be stretched out like a balloon, Ms. Collins!”

James smacked his sister’s black ass, and reminded her that she got fucked by ten guys every day for a week. “You’ll do what you are told like all these other Breeders, is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir,” Thelma frowned and joined in the run with the rest of us.

CR fell back a little from the lead of the pack and jogged alongside me, matching my strides. “I don’t know what your game is, you little troll doll. I didn’t intend to INSPIRE you,” she seethed through her gritted teeth. I felt a little threatened as if Karen might physically lunge at me.

“I am sorry, I was just being honest. The things you said made so much sense. You told me that she humiliated you in front of everyone you knew, so you no longer worried about it because they already thought you were a whore. My sons and husband already know I am a Piggy, and if Julie wants to be strict, then I am game!”

“I didn’t say that. You heard what you wanted, you ignorant slut. I shouldn’t have confided in you. I should have told you that I used to call Tiffany names and made her life hell to toughen her up against the real world and that, as revenge, she blackmailed me into joining the Program against my will. Do you know that three different students told me they wrote a story like that about ME in Erotic Fiction class?”

We both got a shock because we were going slow, so I sped up jogging.

“Do I look blackmailed to you? What possible scandal could I be hiding that would make someone who doesn’t want to be in the Program join as a Breeder and have a baby?”

I agreed that didn’t seem plausible.

“I’ve also heard that I made a deal with Tiffany that if she could show me how tough she was, I wouldn’t sell her into slavery to some Middle Eastern friends of my husband. I may look ruthless, but that’s just my natural expression.”

“You are a good mom,” I nodded. I had a much better understanding of CR’s motivations now. She seemed to be willing to sacrifice her dignity for her daughter’s education. The part I hadn’t understood was that CR was willing to sacrifice ALL of it, rather than just a little of it.

I wondered if I could be that bold.

“I am not Tiffany’s mom, not for these nine months. That’s the difference between you and me. I gave it ALL up. I told my entire family that I was just a Pet, and they would have to manage without me as the Mother for nine months. I won’t micromanage them; I won’t remind them to brush their teeth, I won’t take them to soccer. Their Dad must do all that, or it won’t get done. I tried to hire a nanny, but he said he would handle it. He hasn’t been, but they are learning what it’s like to not have me acting as their mom while I learn what it is like to be a Pet. YOU are still trying to be a mom and a wife, and that’s why you choked when your husband said he had a problem with some mean little words.”

I frowned. I didn’t like where this conversation was going.

“Didn’t Jim ever hear that sticks and stones will break your bones, but words will never hurt you? So what if I get called a brainless bitch, or a cunt-sucking piss flap. It’s just like Cheerleading,” Karen shrugged as she jogged along side me. The heavy weights were bouncing in time with her cute tits bobbing and up and down.

“Cheerleading?” I asked.

“Yeah, I noticed you never came to practices, or you’d know this,” CR scolded me. I didn’t tell her that I went to a few. I didn’t realize moms were supposed to go to them. “Cheerleading is ALL about words of encouragement and motivation for your team and words and boos for the opposing team. You can say GO TEAM, but if you say it with a flat, unexcited facial expression, it doesn’t have any impact. If you smile really big and say PUNISH MY PUSSY, PLEASE, then it has more impact and inspires people.”

I nodded. That made sense – although I was still a little confused by CR’s true motivations for her behavior. Did she get off on this, or was she simply trying to be an over-achieving mother?

“My daughter is just cheerleading me when she calls me a conniving turd or an ass-licker. She’s reinforcing our roles, so neither of us gets lazy. Darla Starling came to our house. I knew she was full of shit and not going to make it the first time I saw her. She was just here for the cash and a chance to get a little dicking. I thought you were as well.”

I continued frowning. The heavy weights on my pussy lips stung like two wasps permanently stinging me.

“Darla was aghast at my nightly routine, and she thought we were putting her on. She called it a freak show haunted house and stole some things from our house. I didn’t report her. I couldn’t. I am not in charge, and Tiffany didn’t give a fuck because the jewelry that Darla took belonged to me.”

I said that I was sorry to hear that.

“Don’t be. I never wore it. It was just some cheap stuff I bought under $1,000 dollars. I didn’t leave anything good out that those two whores could steal. My point is that I thought you were just coasting through this thing and had played the sympathy card with your daughter.”

That made me feel bad. I wondered if that might be possibly true.

“Then all of a sudden, you ask her to treat you like me? That’s stupid as fuck. You aren’t me. You aren’t wired like me. You can’t handle that. You want to be a wife and Mother to your two other sons. I am willing to do the nastiest shit that my daughter can think of. That includes fucking my two sons and my former dogs. When you said you wanted to do what I do, I wanted to stand up and call you a fucking liar in class.”

I couldn’t believe how casually Karen just confessed she fucked her own dogs. I could imagine them being spoiled and pampered pooches, and now they were fucking their former Owner!

Do you want my advice? Okay, here it is. Don’t be me. Do you! If you think you can be a full-time pet and be a mom and wife, then you go right ahead. Don’t say you are doing what I do. You have no fucking idea what I do. We spent one night together, and I fucked your husband and kissed you. We didn’t bond. We aren’t soul mates. I am not Thelma, and you aren’t Louise.”

I laughed at that last reference because I remembered the old movie by the same name and how the two titular characters drove off a cliff together at the end.

CR (Karen) laughed a little as well. “You don’t want to be a CR either. There are times I don’t think I can do it. I’ve had spit in my mouth, I’m pretty sure I licked a bird turd off the sidewalk once, and I eat gobs and gobs of cum. It’s in most of my food and even my milkshake because Tiffany thinks it’s funny for me to milk the dogs in the morning and serves it to me warm. Is that something you can do?”

“I kind of want to,” I admitted.

“Don’t bite off more than you can chew, Piggy. It was nice staying at your house. You aren’t like Darla She was a poser that quit as soon as it got too hard and she couldn’t get her way. You want to be in the Program for real, and I respect that. If you tell anyone I said that I’ll deny it,” she offered me a fake smile and jogged ahead to lead the group outside the gymnasium.

SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 28th, 2047 –SATURDAY AFTERNOON – I started lactating for the first time!

My daughter and I continued with the same intensity that we started with on Friday. She roller skated in front of me in the nude, and I jogged with heavy weights, clopping back and forth and knocking together between my legs and off of my nipples. The first drips of yellowish-white liquid began to appear as my engorged, puffy nipple started to lactate.

“Oh look, you are a cow!”

“Yeah!” I touched the milky white fluid and licked it. It was salty and tasted more like jizz than it did milk.

“This is really quite a milestone, Piggy! When we get home, I want you to start on the breast Trainers and see how much you can express tonight. You can drink it all for now. I am also going to tell the guys they can jerk off on you, and you will lap up their cum at home. Is that what you want to do, or just Dad?”

“We don’t discriminate, Piggy. If I do it for one, I do it for all of them,” I reminded her that was the rule at school.

“That’s at school, and this is above and beyond. Once you start being a jizz-gobbler if you think I am being too tough on you, I am still going to expect you to eat cum.”

“I know, Miss Julie.”

“It’s just us, Mom. You don’t have to call me Miss Julie when nobody is around.”

“Can I do it if I feel it’s needed?”

“Yes, of course. I like this new side of you, but I have been thinking,” Julie said. I was worried because that meant Julie had a concern. My daughter was very bright and often thought of things in ways I never would have. “You said you want me to be strict because I love being strict with you. I do, but I am also concerned that if I stretch you and bend you too much, you won’t be able to snap back at the end.”

“You will be gone. I’ll have to do that, Julie. I’ll probably still walk around naked after this Program is over. I am getting used to it now. I may not shop at the mall in the nude, but I have a new perspective on it.”

When we got home, Julie had me round up Dewey, Reese, and Jim so that she could talk to them. “Observation position, Piggy!” she pointed to the floor, and I squatted where she had pointed. I cupped my tits and left my mouth open slightly while pushing my shoulder back.

“Alright, I’ve talked with Piggy, and I’ve decided that you can still give her small requests like fetch your shoes or give you a hug,” Julie said.

“We could tell Mom to get our shoes for us?” Reese snapped his fingers in frustration, thinking that he didn’t know that.

“She’ll continue doing ALL chores, taking out the trash, cleaning your room, cleaning the house, cooking, and she’s to ask everyone what they want for dinner and come to me for the decision on what to make. Is everyone good with that?”

“It’s my Goddamned house, and I pay the fucking grocery bill,” Jim argued. Julie said she understood that, but she didn’t want me making the decision on what to cook any longer. “It’ll still be the same groceries. It’s just if you want hamburgers and they want hot dogs, then you each get what you want instead of whatever Piggy wanted to make. Cool?”

Jim couldn’t argue with that.

“In the past, I let you give requests for milk, lemonade, and fudge, and for Piggy to show parts of her body to you without asking my permission in the house. Does anyone actually give her requests like that?”

Dewey raised his hand to ask Julie if he could make a request of me. He hadn’t done it in a long time.

“Okay, I am tired of approving requests at home, so as long as there is no immediate danger and Piggy doesn’t have something she needs to get done, or that can burn on the stove, I want you to feel free to tell her to do doubles, triples, ghost for you, or suck your cocks without coming to ask me. She’ll masturbate her ass, cunt, or deep throat for five minutes on command, but give her breaks in between so she doesn’t have an orgasm without my permission. If you think she’s getting close, tell her to stop. Obviously, if you want her to stop talking, just put her dildo sideways in her mouth and tell Piggy to bite down.”

“Suck Dewey and Reese’s dick?”

“Yes, Piggy wants to be a cum receptacle at school. I told her before I’d allow her to consent. I want to see how she handles eating cum here. You can jerk off on her anytime you like, anywhere you like, and she’ll do anything you like with cum, including spitting it in her food or on the floor and lapping it up. If you guys can help with that, after a few weeks of that, then I’ll consider allowing her to apply for Cum Receptacle.”