Chapter 45

WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 9th, 2047 –AFTER SCHOOL

We talked to Ms. Collins about me becoming a Cum Receptacle on the first weekend after Julie announced I’d be sucking dick at home on request. Julie decided that I should continue to practice at home. She even told Ms. Collins I was giving head to my sons, and she didn’t seem surprised at all. I felt so nasty!

It had been about three weeks of the new rules, and I certainly was getting loads of practice- literally. I was giving head and performing requests on command at home with very little input from Julie when she wasn’t present. Julie and I were both playing “Pop the Booty” and we won more times than we lost. We still spent time bound to a chair more than a couple nights a week.

The guys loved it when we lost. They would whoop and holler and dance around. There were times I had said Banana just to see the guys smile.

I was surprised by how easily my family had accepted the changes around the house. One side effect was that my husband and I had sex almost Every night, and I am not counting blowjobs.

My belly wasn’t starting to grow very much, but my tits got firmer, and my nipples became much more sensitive. I was dribbling milk frequently, and I was usually expected to collect my drippings, and spit it into my daily protein shake.

I had grown comfortable eating my daughter’s pussy and licking her ass in front of my family regularly. I did it most nights at least once, and sometimes as many as six times.

They rarely made Julie go down on me and never once asked her to lick my ass. I wasn’t sure if she would have wanted to do it and I never asked. I was thankful she wasn’t expected to do something that degrading.

The guys enjoyed watching us lick each other’s tits a lot. They also liked it when I kissed their bare asses while I crawled around the house.

They did tie Julie and me up frequently in a 69 position, though, when we lost the Pop the Booty game. Julie never complained, and she never told them no. She reserved the right to refuse their requests if they went too far with things but she never drew any lines.

There were a few times I thought she was getting frustrated, or her ass and tits were bruised from all the slapping games, but she usually smiled and performed whatever request that any of the guys made at home.

There was one night they left us tied all night in a sixty nine position. Julie didn’t eat me out, but she had to smell my wet pussy, and she was always on top because I was bigger than her.

I am not sure if Julie would have French kissed the others or sucked their cocks. They never requested it, and she never mentioned it.

I think they assumed she was off-limits for those things. I’d seen her occasionally give kisses at school, but usually only to me when someone requested it.

My sons never asked to French Kiss me, and Jim simply grabbed me and kissed me when he wanted. He never asked. I should mention that I couldn’t remember Jim EVER grabbing and kissing me like that since before we were married – which made it all the more exciting because it seemed like he couldn’t contain himself.

On the rare occasions that they tied Julie up because she said Bananas, they did fuck her pussy, mouth, and ass with a dildo or their fingers. The favorite was always an actual banana that she had to suck until it was juicy and wet.

However, for the most part, they seemed to enjoy experimenting on me more than Julie. I think they liked how wet I could get and how happy it made me to finally cum.

One of the biggest changes to the dynamic around the house was that I had begun sucking my son’s dicks around the house openly, sometimes at the same time. I probably did that once or twice a day since the new rules began out in the open in the living room or kitchen.

I never went down on them at school, and they never asked. Julie never submitted me to be a CR, and I never brought it up again. Still, they started jerking off on me at home and cumming in my mouth immediately after the new rules. The first time was really weird, but after that, I realized there was no going back and undoing it. They really seemed to enjoy cumming in my mouth, and I needed the practice.

We had once again fallen into a routine. There were variations, but on most weekdays, we followed the same basic schedule. Everyone was comfortable teasing me, and I was smiling and happy about it, but they were usually not extremely strict. I never thought about sitting on furniture. The only time that I did this was when they tied me to a chair after the Pop the Booty Game.

Julie started driving my car almost exclusively. I didn’t mind that either. I’d ride up front in the passenger seat or the back seat and sometimes standing on my head in the backseat with my legs above my head. My kids would joke about making me run behind the car or putting me in the trunk, but they never did it.

I rode in the passenger seat. usually frantically masturbating or panting like a dog, with my head out the window for the amusement of everyone in the car because of my son’s requested I act like a horny dog.

We’d usually drop off the Karlsons at their house, although sometimes they rode the bus.

Once I got home, I cleaned the house and asked everyone what they wanted. I’d usually have to ask Jim the night before or just guess what he liked since he didn’t really care what I made. I’d greet the boys and Julie anytime they came in whatever room I was in by going to my knees unless they were running in and out just to fuck with me.

At first, Reese and Dewey were shy about asking for a blowjob, but soon they were very interested. I had learned to stick my finger in Dewey’s little butthole, and he’d cum almost immediately. He really liked that. If Julie wasn’t there to tell me what to do with their cum, I’d spit it in a glass and wait for her. It usually ended up in my food.

I’d begun spreading my food on the floor without being told when the new rules began. Julie started getting much stricter with me, but she also expected me to behave this way without her constantly barking orders.

No one seemed to mind that I was making a filthy mess under the table wallowing in my food and protein shake. I sat in it and crushed it, then licked whatever stuck to my backside off my finger. Once I received permission, I’d eat it while fucking my side sideways on the bowling pin. I was getting it all the way inside my pussy now.

We’d still talk and joke as a family. No one ever called me any other name except for Piggy. I was starting to forget my real name. I felt like I was forgetting a lot of things for some reason. I was living in the moment almost all of the time.

My relationship with Julie wasn’t like Tiffany’s relationship with her mother. Theirs was similar, but there was no humor or warmth. My kids were strict with me and teased me. It was different though. My sons loved to joke with me, and they didn’t act like they hated me. Tiffany seemed like she was trying to exact revenge on her mother and that just wasn’t the case with us. They disciplined me with love, like a silly, fat-assed pet.

Jim’s preference was that they not verbally humiliate me and berate me at dinner, and they saved that for when we played Pop the Booty at night. Jim didn’t have a problem with that because he considered it ‘trash talking’ during the game.

My daughter was true to her word about remaining naked and performing requests 24/7. She never wore clothes and often went barefoot to school and around the house. She played every night and took her licks with me. The guys smacked the snot out of us at times but never broke the skin or made us cry.

There were times we both said Banana because the guys had gotten really clever about pushing the flat of the broom against our clits and squishing them while the other two pulled our nipples and drove us crazy. I’d have several orgasms outside. They liked making me lick my milk off their fingertips, but they didn’t like the taste themselves.

Jim joked that we could save a lot on store-bought milk once I was fully lactating. No one else found his joke funny because it sounded like he was serious.

Jim bought a volleyball net. He showed me how to dig posts so that I could pound them into the ground, and they tied us to those. They were very sturdy and reminded me of stripper poles. The people at the church thought we were possessed, but that didn’t stop them from looking at us. The neighbors frequently watched our games but seldom commented on it.

On the nights we lost, Jim tied us up together, and my daughter and I ate each other’s pussies in front of the rest of my family. I was getting good at turning Julie on, and she knew just how to push my buttons. I felt like I had too much temptation to lose the game.

On a few nights, Julie lost, and I didn’t say Banana. They tied her to the chair, and she let them put the dildo or even their cocks in her mouth and cum. She’d either swallow if it was early in the game or hold it and kiss it into my mouth at the end.

Julie usually saw the games as educational and an opportunity for everyone to experiment with bondage, pain and fetish. Jim never questioned the educational value of these family games. He also never brought up how sexual they were in nature. However, he always sported a boner when he tied us up.

One thing I really like was that the guys could blow off steam, and get out their stress by smacking my fat butt. I didn’t really mind. I had a lot of spank marks and bruises, but they healed pretty quickly.

I looked forward to being snuggled when I won, and that was definitely a reward. Usually, Jim snuggled me when I won, but once or twice, Dewey snuggled me for over an hour. That was nice.

On exchange night, we also spent the night at Tiffany’s house one Thursday. Their house was ostentatious. Tiffany’s father was an affluent douchebag that was hard to like. I could see why CR didn’t care about what he thought about her. I cared about what Jim thought about me. My main takeaway was that I had it much better at my house than CR Karen did.

She had sex with anyone that her daughter told her to fuck. CR gave it her all, too. She made whoever she was fucking - whether it was her husband or a stranger, feel like they were the center of her entire world. I watched, but my daughter didn’t make me have sex with anyone while we were there. I didn’t tell Jim about all the fucking going on at CR’s house. I thought he’d be jealous and assume I got plowed by every guy there.

While I was at Tiffany’s house, CR asked me if I had stopped being a wife and a mother. I told her I was finding a balance, and she didn’t believe that was possible. Tiffany wasn’t kidding when she said she was very strict. They had an entire BDSM entertainment room with spanking chairs and wooden crosses. I got quite an education in being tied up and even caged that night.

Julie adopted a few of the things she saw over there and incorporated them into our training. I was doing a lot more crawling around the house than I ever had before after that visit. I was expected to act like a dog around the house. They weren’t very strict though. I was more like a laughing mutt that panted and sniffed playfully.

We had also been over to James and Thelma’s house on an exchange night. That was surreal. They lived near Wright Street in the downtown area and rode the bus to school. It was a rough part of town, so jogging through that neighborhood in the nude as a white woman was really scary. James went with us and that helped make me feel safe. Julie told me to fuck James, and I did. He was actually a tender lover, and he seemed to have a thing for “thick” older white women.

However, in general, we rarely went out except to the stores and occasionally for fast food. We had our next competition coming up soon, and I was focused on training for that. Jen had introduced some new kinks and expectations, but for the most part, they were all built upon the foundations we learned in the first few weeks of the Program.

The one Trainer-Breeder couple we hadn’t done an exchange with was Crystal. That was due to scheduling conflicts. They often had something going on, and because there were five Trainer-Breeders now, there were some odd-man-out situations in the exchange. Crystal’s stories about her home life were a little scary to me. I have to admit I had some trepidation about going over there. I was trying to be adventurous and embrace being a happy bimbo, but I still had a nagging voice telling me that I should not enjoy this so much.

The weird part was that not only did I enjoy almost all of it, but I woke up every day excited to face it. I wasn’t super excited about every little thing, and it wasn’t always strict. There were times of normalcy when I watched TV and cleaned. I just did it in the nude, and often in a strange position with my legs spread.

At one point on Wednesday, I went into the bathroom that I shared with my kids. I always closed the door, but I never locked it. Usually, everyone knocks. I was using the bathroom when Dewey just barged in and stood there.

“What are you doing in here, Sir?”

Dewey had requested that I always address him as Sir at home, and Julie approved it.

“I came to watch you pee.”

“I am not just peeing; you are supposed to knock, Sir.”

“Why would you care? You get an enema outside every day and blast your poopoo water in the yard. Squat over the toilet so I can watch you pee.”

I quietly cringed, but I smiled up at him and nodded. He was right. I did do that and it seemed silly that I drew the line here in the bathroom.

My son wanted to climb up on the toilet bowl, squat over it, and watch me pee like a waterfall. I had peed out in the open when I got my exams. I had never done it as part of a reasonable request. It just never came up.

“You have to ask Julie about that,” I said firmly and remained seated. I wanted to cover my pussy with my hand, but I knew that was forbidden.

“You are supposed to accept small requests like let me look at your body. I want to watch your pussy and see where the pee comes from!”

I refused, and my son left in a huff. I had not been required to pee in front of anyone as a reasonable request. I felt like that was going too far!

Julie didn’t come to talk to me about it, so I assumed that he didn’t ask her, and I thought the matter was closed. I wiped, flushed, and left the bathroom. Dewey didn’t say anything about it. It just seemed like that was a line that I shouldn’t cross, at least not without Julie’s input.

It was after dinner on Wednesday I had just milked my tits over my daughter’s feet and licked the milk up at Reese’s request. It was a fairly routine request for me now. Reese seemed to have a thing about feet, the same way Dewey did about girl’s butts.

I was about to clean up the floor and table. Jim was in his room working on the computer, and Reese and Dewey were hanging out with Julie.

“Julie, can I watch you give Piggy an enema?” Dewey asked abruptly.

“I told you before. Get up at 5 am and come outside. The entire neighborhood can watch for all I care. You don’t have to ask, Dewey.”

“Yeah, I don’t want to get up that early,” he insisted.

“Then you must not want to watch Piggy get her enemas. She gets two for good measure,” his sister smirked.

“Can’t I make it a reasonable request?” Dewey asked. I assumed from my daughter’s sigh that he must have asked this before, or she was anticipating Dewey was going to rephrase his request so that Julie give me an enema later in the morning.

“I told you, Dewey. If I say it’s a reasonable request, you’ll expect Piggy to do it all the time. It’s not prescribed to give more than two enemas in a day. That’s already a lot.”

“Please? I am really curious! You are my favorite sister!” Dewey tried buttering his sister up and hugged her even though she was nude.

“I am your ONLY sister, and what did I say about grabbing me without consent?” Julie shrugged him off and denied him. “If you want to know so bad, I’ll let you fill-up the bag, stick the hose up your ass, and see how it feels yourself.”

“Double Fudge with both your thumbs, then!” Dewey pouted his request like a petulant brat. That wasn’t his usual behavior, so I was worried.

“Dewey, I am not going to let you punish me with a request or blackmail me into doing something that I do not want to do,” Julie sat in the chair and didn’t move.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Dewey apologized.

My daughter stood up, sucked both thumbs, turned around, parted her ass cheeks with one hand, and then shoved both thumbs into her asshole simultaneously. She winced. “The things I do for science,” She joked. “Happy now?”

“Yes, have you ever been curious about an enema?” Dewey returned to his earlier line of conversation and stopped frowning.

“Getting? Nope,” Julie replied curtly.

“How about tonight if we can make either of you say Banana, then you have to do double enemas and jog around the outside of the house like Piggy does in the morning?”

“It’ll be dark outside, and we could trip over the garden hose or a rock, Dewey. I don’t feel like changing the game. You guys haven’t made us say Banana in a long time anyway.”

“Then you should have no problem agreeing to the alteration if you have confidence that we can’t make you say Banana?” Dewey gave a cunning smile. “Let us do any of those things you said we couldn’t do and see?”

“Pour honey over us so the gnats eat us up and hit us with wire hangers?” Julie looked incredulous. “Those were BOUNDARIES, Dewey. I said nothing that would leave a mark.”

We frequently had marks on our bodies after the game, but they didn’t last long.

“How does honey leave a mark?” Dewey asked.

“Well, that’s just annoying and sticky and probably wasteful, so I doubt Dad would go for that even if it was on the table,” Julie smiled and scrunched her nose in disgust. She had such a pretty nose even when she scrunched it up.

Reese held up a big bottle of honey that I had bought a long time ago from the Sam’s Club down on route 67. It was a big box warehouse store that sold in bulk, and I bought it thinking I’d have a use for it.

“You aren’t helping, Reese,” Julie frowned.

“You like doing requests. Let’s see what happens when we pour honey all over you while you go jogging!”

“What happens is I get eaten up by little bugs, and then I get irritated,” Julie frowned rhetorically.

“I don’t mind, Dewey. If you guys want to see how it works. I’ve never done it before, but I get gnats in my face when I sweat anyway. As long as you let me shower after, I will be your guinea pig,” I offered to do it for them. It really didn’t seem that bad. It might even be fun.

“Really?” Dewey smiled like he was getting a Christmas Present early.

“Sure, as long as Julie says it is okay,” I added.

“What about demonstrating how you get an enema?”

“Julie already said no, Sir,” I replied with a frown of my own. I wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t afraid that even with all of my antics outside the house that it might not be too extreme to do at a reasonable hour of the day where a lot of people might see me.

Dewey seemed disappointed.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to doing it as a one-time thing like an educational lesson,” I admitted. I didn’t want Dewey to be unhappy. I felt increasingly like Dewey, Reese, and Jim deserved some compensation for having to deal with me being naked all the time.

I was occasionally asked to be a human canvas for art projects or a biology subject to teach human anatomy. I pointed out that the Program was about teaching bodily functions but warned them that enemas were a little disgusting.

“It’s up to Julie, though,” I added.

Julie acquiesced and chided her brother for simply not getting up early to watch if he was truly interested. Reese came along as well because he was curious now that Dewey had requested it. “This is a one-time thing. You can’t pour honey all over Piggy any time you want without my permission and this is a one time show for educational purposes, so you will get it out of your system, Dewey.”

The guys slathered me up with honey. They didn’t apply a thick coat of it. Most of it was applied to my tits, between them around the breastbone, my pussy, my ass crack, and butt cheeks, hips, and neck, but they got it almost everywhere except my face and feet. Dewey decided at the last minute to rub a little under my eyes and paint a honey mustache across my upper lip under my nose.

I have to admit, I smelled delicious.

I got down on all fours and followed the three of them outside behind the house. I always crawled in the morning.

I attached the garden hose to the two-liter bag that we kept outside. It was durable enough to stay outside. I kept the hoses clean as well. Once it was full, Julie stuffed it in my ass and told Dewey and Reese that was basically all there was to it.