Chapter 61

FRIDAY, OCTOBER 18th, 2047 –AFTER SCHOOL

Reese and Dewey were not overjoyed to see Misty back at our car after school expecting a ride. She insisted that her mother get in the trunk even though there was plenty of room for her in the backseat. “You fucked Dewey yesterday, and I don’t want to deal with your stank in the car. I told Savannah we’d pick her up from school, so there is no room for your flapping mouth in the back seat.”

There was no backtalk from Crabby. She obeyed her daughter and took her place in the trunk. Misty slammed the trunk down and hopped in the front seat.

My sons didn’t want to take the bus home, so they rode in the back, and I sat between Reese and Dewey instead of on one of their laps. My big butt was taking up so much space that the poor boys were crushed. I could tell that my pregnancy was making my ordinarily big ass into an even bigger one.

“Who wrote all that stuff about forgetting your butt plug on your ass, Piggy?” Misty asked casually once she was seated and buckled in. She remained nude, just like Julie.

“Miss Julie,” I admitted with a smile and blushed.

“Copying me now, huh?” Misty implied that by writing on my butt, Julie copied Misty’s habit of writing on Crabby.

“I think Body writing is kind of common, I’ve seen almost all the Breeders have it on their bodies, and the cheerleaders come to school with Wildcats written on their asses before the Big Game,” Julie replied defensively.

Many of the Cheerleaders in school wore incredibly risque’ tops that showed off their boobs, or micro mini-skirts with no bottoms these days. It was tough to compete with all the holo-entertainment on computers, and the fans expected to see some hot young bodies at the games.

I’ve even seen entire cheer squads perform at half-time completely nude in nothing but body paint that matches the team colors.

“Yeah, but it’s kind of the thing that I do, so it’s just interesting you chose today to do that. You are going to like the kinds of things I write on you!” Misty countered with a tone that made clear that my daughter definitely would NOT enjoy the things she wrote on her.

“Please don’t use a permanent magic marker on me. If you put something about me being a whore or something, I may have to explain to Ms. Collins,” Julie asked politely.

“Crystal trusts me, why don’t you?”

“I trust you enough to let you be my boss, but I am hoping we can set some expectations. I think Crystal said she can’t be embarrassed. I definitely can.””

“I’ve never seen you get embarrassed. You stand up there doing those Requests like you are trying to win a contest!” Misty praised my daughter, although it may have been a left-handed insult.

“I was embarrassed when I fell face forward and crapped myself in front of everyone this morning,” Julie admitted with chagrin. Everyone in the car, including me, laughed as we remembered how hilarious Julie looked. Misty even did an exaggerated imitation of Julie lying face first and a frozen expression of panic on her face while making a loud farting noise.

“It’s not just about saving face,” Julie added when the tittering giggles faded. “I am more concerned about getting kicked out of the Program for violating a code of ethics.”

“I’ve been violating it, and nothing has happened to me,” Misty bragged. “What else can’t we do?”

“I don’t want to be difficult, Misty. I just don’t want anything that lasts after the sessions is over. I’d also like to bring a little overnight bag, fresh razors, deodorant, WATER PROOF make-up, something like that when I work at your house.”

Julie emphasized water proof make up because ours started to run from all the times we got drenched by garden hoses.

“I live in a fucking trailer, not a house. YOU live in a house,” Misty took umbrage to that comment.

Julie politely apologized and corrected herself.

“That’s reasonable,” Misty accepted the apology decided and granted my daughter’s request to bring an overnight bag. “I am not used to this,” Misty admitted. “I am used to being told by Daddy that I need to bend over and take it up the ass and passed around. Having power over my mom is payback to HER from HIM. I get to deliver it, but this is all about what Daddy teaching her a lesson she won’t forget. Daddy knew my mom is tough as tits, and won’t easily crack. He also knew it might actually humiliate her to let her daughters control her. My mom is a resilient piece of shit that won’t go down the toilet bowl no matter how hard you flush. She’s thriving like this.”

I could actually see how that was true. Crabby seemed to be able to deal with any hardship that they could throw at her and keep coming back for more.

“Her and I actually talk more than we ever did when she was always out partying. We don’t negotiate, though. You like to bargain. Daddy doesn’t bargain. He made some exceptions for you, and that through me for a loop. Julie, I don’t want you to be scared to come to my house. That’ll just run you off, but sometimes you are just going to have to shave with a dull razor and take the cuts. It’s not going to kill you to have a banged-up pussy, trust me.”

Julie made a duck lip expression as she thought about Misty’s advice.

“Have you thought of a new name yet?” Misty asked in a way that sounded like she was hiding her excitement to hear that Julie had.

“No, I haven’t had a chance; sorry,” Julie replied.

“What about Worm?” Dewey suggested abruptly from the backseat. He had a smirk on his face as he said it.

“Is that what you think of me?” Julie asked.

“How about Poppy the Poopie?” Dewey countered with another suggestion and didn’t answer her question.

“Are you just trying to mix the word Poop with Puppy?” Julie frowned.

“Yeah,” Dewey admitted with disappointment and admitted, “That may not be my best idea.”

“What about Slut?” Reese suggested after spending some time pondering.

“It can’t be something so common that you yell it out, and every slut in the room turns around, besides I am not THE slut, I am just A slut,” Julie decided.

“You are better than a slut; you are a whore,” Misty smiled proudly like it was a special invitation-only club for the elite.

“Okay, what about whore?” Reese suggested, probably knowing that fell into the same category as Slut and saying it as a joke.

“Piggy, got any ideas rolling around In that empty head of yours?” Julie teased me playfully.

“How about Peaches?” I suggested a name that my daughter chose for me.

“Ooh, that’s good!” Dewey and Reese both agreed and pointed out their sister’s bald pussy resembled a halved peach.

“Good to know that you both stared at my labia so much that you know what fruit it most resembles, but that’s a name I thought about for Piggy. I would always think of her and not me when I heard it. It’s got to fit me!”

“How about Candy?” Reese suggested and then rhymed, “Candy has her Randy Handy!”

“That’s not bad, and it’s not too deeply humiliating like being called a pig,” Julie admitted.

“I am really getting used to it,” I quipped playfully, and I oinked like a happy bimbo. Everyone in the car laughed (I am not sure about Crystal; she was in the trunk, but I think she probably would have if she had heard me). My sons tickled my sides playfully after I made the joke.

“I know!” Dewey wanted to continue the brainstorming. He suggested Chipmunk. “Because you have sort of Chipmunk cheeks!”

“Yeah, it looks like you are storing nuts for the winter,” Reese agreed. Julie hated being teased about her fat cheeks when she was little. She was a chubby toddler, and they were more pronounced. They looked great on her now and gave her beautiful face a very distinct quality.

“I just want to squeeze your face sometimes and squeeze all the air out of your cheeks like a balloon,” Misty chuckled. We stopped and picked up her sister and continued on our way to our house first to check on Jim.

“What do you think of the name Chipmunk for Julie?” Misty asked her sister. Savannah had forgotten that her father wanted Julie to pick a name to use when she worked there and had to be reminded.

“Chipmonkey, like a monkey tail,” she giggled. Julie clearly didn’t like it.

“Is it up to me? Is it up to Daddy? Is it up to you two?” Julie asked for clarification.

“I guess it’s up to Savannah and me, but I want you to propose something,” Misty decided. She seemed like she could be reasonable. I didn’t get the impression she was very reasonable with her mother and just told her that was how things were going to be from now on.

We picked up Savannah. She was still dressed and raced over to the car. She hopped in and sat down on Dewey’s lap. I was forced to scooch over and sit on Reese’s lap. I apologized and held myself up slightly with my hands so that I didn’t crush him with my weight.

He eventually told me it was fine, and I could just go ahead and sit. I could sense his boner through his pants right away. I felt strangely flattered AND aroused. I didn’t say anything about it, and neither did he.

Julie drove us to our house, presumably to drop the boys off before taking Misty out like she promised earlier during lunch.

Mrs. Johnson was tending the garden. Our relationship had drastically improved since they came to my birthday party, and the neighbors frequently watched us play our Pop the Booty games on the lawn in the backyard. Even they were shocked when my daughter opened the trunk and let Crabby out.

I dropped to my knees, crawled over to Mrs. Johnson, and began sniffing the grass around her so that she could pet my head. She liked it when I did that. I didn’t need my daughter’s permission. It was something we had started doing regularly now after school.

“Look at your Bimbo, mother! She’s so happy-go-lucky,” Misty admired my positive attitude and chided her mother for not doing the same after they let her out of the trunk. Her daughter slapped Crabby’s sweaty ass, grabbed her head really hard, and tugged her towards our door.

I wiggled my ass, winked at my neighbor, and panted before following the rest of my family by crawling toward my front door. I heard Mrs. Johnson let out a hearty laugh as I crawled away and wish me a good time.

I stood up without permission when everyone else went inside because no one told me I had to crawl in the first place. Jim was home, and he didn’t look happy. It had taken us much longer than usual to get home due to the detour to pick up Savannah.

“What’s this? Another in-home exchange?” he didn’t seem happy about the unexpected intrusion when he noticed Misty, Savannah, and Crabby were with us.

“No, Ms. Collins said the initial exchanges are over. We’ve had enough time to get an idea of how everyone structured their power exchange. “We can still arrange sleepovers, though,” Julie explained, and then she introduced our visitors.

“How come one of them is wearing clothes?” Jim seemed sullen, perhaps lonely because we hadn’t been home, when he noticed that Savannah was fully dressed.

“Savannah is not in the Program,” Julie explained.

“I’ll drop my shorts if the price is right,” Savannah smiled and licked her lips.

“I am in a house full of naked women, I don’t particularly need to see your boobies, Sweetheart.”

Jim looked at Misty and noticed the resemblance between the two sisters. “I take it you stay naked 24/7?”

“Pretty much, I wear clothes sometimes,” Misty shrugged. She didn’t seem particularly interested in talking to Jim.

“I bet your brothers and sisters at home give you tons of reasonable requests when you are naked?” he asked.

“I wouldn’t exactly call them requests, but my brothers can get pretty handsy,” Misty admitted. The southern girl had a cocky attitude most of the time and this was no exception.

“I thought you HAVE to do requests even when you aren’t at school as long as you are naked?” Jim asked.

“No, Dad. Misty and I are Trainers. I choose to take reasonable requests at home because I don’t mind, but Misty is off the clock. Her mom has to take reasonable requests all the time.”

Jim finally glanced at Crabby. She was sweaty, her hair was messed up, the outline of “RUDE” was still visible on her forehead, and she had big piercings through her nipples on the flabby tits that hung pendulously off of her chest.

“Your kids treating you the same way as mine treat my wife?” Jim asked. He seemed genuinely concerned for her and not just making conversation. I think the fact that Crystal had the classic Arkansas country hick accent made her more relatable to Jim because he did as well.

“Piggy definitely has it nicer than I do; look at this house; you’ve got the A/c running down to a nice 68 degrees, and it’s spacious. She’s got it way better than I do,” Crabby said.

“Thank you, I like it cold. I’d imagine all that cold air might be a problem if you are naked around the house,” Jim said.

“My kids don’t let me in the house,” Crabby tried to play on Jim’s sympathies, and he frowned at Misty.

“We do, too; if you are fucking or Daddy wants to check you, you can come inside,” Misty countered defensively.

“You mean to tell me they make you sleep outside? In a tent or something?” Jim scratched his head.

“In a dog cage,” Crabby pouted and once again appealed to Jim’s sense of fairness.

“You can’t be serious? And you actually LIKE doing that?” Jim tried to wrap his head around it. He had given me a pet bowl and leash for my birthday. I found it a little puzzling he was that shocked by a dog cage.

“I don’t have much choice in it,” Crabby admitted.

“Damn, I guess you do have it pretty nice here, Piggy! Where’d they let you sleep last night?” Jim asked me.

“I snuggled with Julie in the girl’s room, Sir,” I replied.

“I bet that was nice! Did you have fun last night?” he asked.

“I think so,” I agreed. Dewey and Reese looked at each other as if they weren’t sure about that.

“You guys didn’t come home last night. I thought you were just going to stay a little while. Did they have lots of pretty young girls over there like they do at the Karlson house?” Jim asked Dewey in a polite way.

“Just them, but I knew her son last year in Middle School, and I got to catch up with him, so that was fun.”

“It was fucking boring as shit here. No Pop the Booty, no fresh Dinner. I ate KFC, and it tasted like shit. That place has really gone downhill,” Jim complained.

“Yeah, what I had for dinner tasted like shit, too,” Crabby joked.

“Yeah, I bet you eat a lot of ass, so you might prefer that to the KFC,” Jim’s sense of humor is pretty vulgar, and he recognized in Crabby’s tone that she liked raunchy humor.

“I’d LOVE to nibble on some KFC!” Crabby played on my husband’s sympathy. She was always working some angle, it seemed. He pointed to a box in the trash and said he had to throw half of it out.

“Go pour it on the floor and choke on it,” Misty pointed to our trash bin. Crabby didn’t hesitate.

She genuinely wanted it. She dumped the greasy, day-old chicken out of the box she took out of the garbage. Then the naked tramp got down on all fours and began eating it without any regard for personal modesty. “Grab your ass cheeks and spread them so that your ass sucks wind. ONLY Eat with your teeth, no hands, shake those jowls, and show us how a filthy animal eats Ham Pocket!”

The worst part of it for me was recognizing that I’d eat on the floor like that for a request. The only difference was that I would probably have a goofy grin on my face while everybody laughed at me, and Piggy tuned out the world and gobbled the chicken like she was starving.

Watching another woman eat off the floor and expose herself as obscenely as possible made me realize just how humiliating it was to eat that way. I felt like it was different for me because I never ate from the garbage.

I was contemplating whether I would do that on Request, especially now that my family had observed it, and the answer was probably yes.

Jim found the spectacle particularly hilarious.

“Ham Pocket? Goddamn! I’ve never heard that one before! I am going to have to write that shit down, that’s funny!” Jim laughed as we watched Crystal devour his leftovers, which were extra crispy with just her teeth, by gnawing on the bones with her hands behind her back.

“You want some too, Honey? Get down there and have some if you want,” Jim asked me jokingly.

“Is that a request, Sir?” I replied with a straight face but I was joking too. I could tell Crystal didn’t want company, and she wasn’t humiliated in the least by her behavior in front of the rest of us. I wished I could be that devoid of pride and dignity. I wished that I could be so wanton and lustful and hold nothing back without any fear of what others might think.

Over the last few months, I had lost many inhibitions that I used to have, but there were still butterflies living in my stomach that came out when I went a little further and did something I would have considered depraved at one time.

There were times I am sure I managed it, but I blushed just watching the woman lying on her fat tits and wallowing around with chicken grease all over her fat cheeks while displaying her spread asshole.

“Jesus,” Jim noticed how stretched out Crabby’s asshole was from the constant training as she horked down that food with just her mouth, and held her cheeks apart for him to look at.

“Speaking of which, I need to take Misty and her family to the store to go grocery shopping and pick up Piggy’s butt plug. She accidentally left it there this morning,” Julie informed her father in a tone that suggested it was like any normal errand.

“I’d think you’d just keep it in your ass, and you’d never lose it,” Jim laughed to himself. “So, I am supposed to just sit here alone with my dick in my hand while you go out joyriding with them and have fast food again?” he asked her.

“No, I came to drop off Dewey and Reese because they’d just be bored. We really won’t be gone long. You can have dinner without us. We’ll grab something on the way back.”

“So, now it’s three guys with their dicks in their hands, and we’ve got to put something in the microwave? I already missed one Pop the Booty game; now I gotta miss two?”

“We’ll make it up to you; it’s the weekend so that we can play something during the day tomorrow, Daddy.”

Jim noticed that he called her Daddy, and he grinned because his ego had been stroked.

I noticed Misty, Savannah, and Crystal cringe when they heard Julie call someone else Daddy. “How about you babysit Piggy for me? She can make you guys dinner clean up, and you can give her requests and keep her busy until I get back?”

“I thought you were a package deal, and you can’t be separated?” Jim guffawed that Julie would leave me behind. I blanched because we WERE supposed to remain together. However, there had been a clause in the contract I signed up for to allow responsible babysitting in certain circumstances.

“I won’t be gone all night. I just plan to help them a little. Their Dad works a lot, and so do they, so they are out of a lot of stuff. I have to go get Piggy’s butt plug because she has to wear it for 24 hours as part of her punishment for forgetting it.”

“Goddamn, that’s harsh! that school has rules for everything!” Jim half-laughed and complained at the same time.

“Don’t they, though?” Crabby agreed and laughed from the floor as she spit a wishbone out of her mouth onto my tile.

“I asked for that because the punishment they gave me was pretty light, and I shouldn’t have left it behind, Sir,” I admitted.

“It’s more of a punishment for me. I can’t fuck you in the ass,” Jim again was half-joking and complaining.

“I’ll let Piggy-slut take it out to shit and take it out of her ass or perform requests. You can fuck our butts, don’t worry.” Julie may have made a Freudian slip, but I don’t think Jim noticed when she offered “our” asses and not just mine.