Chapter 62

Reese and Dewey were experimenting with giving me an enema outside after Julie left. It was broad daylight, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. I could see the church across the street, and I assumed that some of them could probably see my naked body across the street.

They fidget with the enema device and filling it with water, aimlessly talking. One of them had given me a reasonable request to fuck my own ass with a dildo. It was turning me on, and my pussy was leaking. The most humiliating thing about it was that they weren’t even watching while I impaled my asshole on it for them.

Requests at home can last twenty minutes, and they are far broader than what we do at school. There are times they leave halfway through while I am performing the request and I lose track of time and end up going for an hour or more.

“Could you imagine what Julie would say if you requested Piggy to fart all over her food before dinner?” Reese asked his brother. He didn’t even look at me as if I was paying attention to the conversation.

It was odd listening to my sons discuss me like I wasn’t in the room, even though I was at their feet, fucking my butt with a dildo. The sound of my ass rim coming down on the dildo made a steady fap-fap-fap sound, but if the boys noticed what I was doing, they didn’t let on...

“She’d probably make her do it,” Dewey theorized that I would have no choice. I could tell his mind was spinning. He had satisfied his curiosity about girl farts when he requested I do it for him in private. This was a much different level of me trying to gas my entire dinner. It turned my stomach thinking about how that would smell and sound.

“I don’t really get it. Is the idea of requests to see how a bodily function works? I get that. You want to see what it looks like when a girl winks her pussy at you, then she does it and explains it. I still don’t understand why they make them eat off the floor or why it would be reasonable to fart on your own food,” Reese pontificated.

“You don’t have a problem telling Julie to put a banana halfway up her ass and leave the other half sticking out,” Dewey pointed out his brother’s hypocrisy. “Why are you just now asking why some things aren’t off limits?”

“Yeah, but that’s a bodily function of how it looks when she grips that thing in her pussy like she is holding it. I guess that’s funny, and I like seeing her do it,” Reese admitted.

“It was REALLY funny watching a very tall, very red-headed, very chesty NIS Coordinator squat down over her coffee and fart a little ripple of air into her coffee and drink it, and then act like it was perfectly normal, I assure you.”

“Okay, that’s fair, but why go to all this trouble to make women do funny stuff for our amusement?”

Reese had a fair point.

“I think it’s just a side effect of the Program. This is an experiment in social awareness and consciousness. It isn’t perfect, so you can’t expect to allow people to make any request they want, and not have some of them be a little odd,” Dewey explained in his erudite and analytic manner.

He continued when he saw that Reese wasn’t getting it.

“If you tell people they can’t see certain things just because it’s fun to watch them do it, I’d imagine they’d stop giving requests if it was entirely clinical. I have fun with every request I give. When we finally let Piggy run, she holds her butthole so she doesn’t drop any water and then runs with one hand swinging like she is trying to run away from a fire. Yet, she is frantically just circling around the house until I tell her to stop, not actually going anywhere - like a mouse on a wheel.”

I almost laughed at the mental image of myself circling my house while it was on fire, just holding my ass cheeks like I might be able to put it out with the water in my butt. I continued fucking my ass, even though it was getting sore now. I had lost track of time.

“Oh wow, well, now I sort of see why you like enemas and gross stuff like that. That can be funny, but I still don’t see it as educational and that’s the part that I haven’t really fully understood.”

“I think sometimes it’s about seeing something you fantasized about in real life, getting it out of your system, and then moving on or doubling down on what your desires are. The Breeder Program is all also about teaching fetishes, and I have been learning some of mine,” Dewey admitted.

“I guess one other thing I don’t understand is why Julie wants to stop being a Trainer?” Reese asked. I had not heard her say that.

“What do you mean stop being a Trainer?” Dewey replied.

“Well, I don’t know about stop, but have you ever noticed that lately, she’ll let us do whatever we want to her for an hour when she loses a game, or she’s been volunteering to use her dildo at school when she didn’t have to do it, and then last night she was letting the Gibbons family treat her like a Breeder.”

“Julie likes to experiment with new sensations and ideas. She’s the kind of girl who’ll do anything once. I don’t think she wants to stop being a Trainer,” Dewey said dismissively. The guys were getting bored trying to get all the water to go into my ass. They had poured about a 1/3rd of the jug into my butt or splashed it accidentally on the grass at my feet. The water was draining really slowly.

All I could think about was the possibility that Julie HAD reached a point where she’d want to do what I do. That was horrifying. I could imagine that if I had not signed up for the Program, she would have asked her brother to train her like James did his sister Thelma.

“All I am saying is that if I could control someone ALL The time, I would spend ALL of my time doing that and not getting tied up or taking people grocery shopping.”

“Yeah! Piggy?” Dewey tapped me on the shoulder and pulled my tits to get my attention. He told me I could take the dildo out of my “fudge factory”. I was listening intently to their conversation; I wasn’t included in it.

“Yes, Mister Dewey?”

“Next year, will you let one of us train you and go in the Program if they have it next year?” my son asked as if he was hoping Santa would put a bow around my ass and put me under the tree for him next year and it was all he ever wanted.

“Obviously, it would be ME as the oldest, and THEN Dewey, right Piggy?” Reese assumed that as the next oldest, he’d train me after Julie.

“I am flattered you’d both want to train me, but I am not sure I’d be ready to go again so quickly after giving birth to a baby.”

I was already showing and lactating a little. The baby would be here before long and I had to experience giving it up. I wouldn’t know how that made me feel until I did it.

“You had US back-to-back,” Reese pointed out that their birthdays were only separated in age by about 10-12 months each.

“Well, I might just need a little break from being a slut mommy and go back to regular mommy?” I smiled demurely.

Reese was aghast. “You’d do this for Julie, but not for me? That’s totally unfair.”

It literally never occurred to me that my son would want to train me like Julie did. I didn’t see either of them as mature enough, or I had a special bond with my daughter.

“You’d really want to breed me? Or could I just stay naked around the house and not come with you to high school?”

“It’s like a status thing, Piggy! At first, people thought the Trainer-Breeder Program was weird, but you guys are like rock stars. Everyone at the school will ask who has classes with which Breeder, and everybody knows your names. There is even a betting pool on who the father of your baby is!”

“REALLY?”

“Yep, they have a list of all 60 guys who spunked in you, and when the paternity tests are complete, they’ll all announce the fathers!”

“I was going to fuck Cookie, but I passed up the chance because I was afraid Brunna would think I was more into her sister than her!” Dewey sounded angry. He pulled my tit really hard.

“So what? Didn’t you fuck Cookie AND Astrid and her other sisters when you went over to their house?”

“Eventually, but not to actually make a baby! I’d be a dad at my age! It would be a thrill to know my genetics were merged with a Nordic ice queen Viking bitch. My offspring would roam the world, observing all that is cool and being one with it,” Dewey joked in a funny voice like something out of Beavis and Butthead.

The guys laughed together before returning to the question.

“I think I am full!” I said. It had taken MUCH longer to fill me with a funnel, and my stomach was making all sorts of crazy noises. I could not control the water in my ass starting to rise back up out of the funnel.

“Okay, run!!” Dewey pulled the funnel out of my ass, and I got up, pushed two fingers over my butthole, but I was too late. I couldn’t close off my sphincter in time. The water pressure backed up, and I farted water explosively all over the grass behind me and almost hit my boys. It wasn’t that dirty, but a little poopie landed on the ground. I apologized profusely.

“Take your laps, and you’ll clean this up later!” Dewey demanded insistently. I ran with one finger over my distended, puffy, wet asshole and my other hand swinging for five minutes until the guys stopped me from circling outside of my house. I fell to my knees in the grass outside of my previous mess and began to breathe heavily.

The guys pushed the dirty funnel in my mouth and poured some water down my throat, causing me to choke and spit it back out all over my tits. They weren’t as rough as Timmy and Tommy, it was more playful and I didn’t struggle or resist.

“I told you that wasn’t going to work,” Dewey said in frustration as I laid in a puddle of water on the ground.

Reese accused Dewey of having the idea. They told me just to hold my head back, open my mouth, and pour water all over my face and in my mouth. At least it wasn’t well-water.

They made me repeat the process a second time. This time, chiding me for not immediately agreeing to serve in the Program for a second year.

“Look, Piggy, you’d get all summer off, you could go on a little vacation with us, then in August, you’d start over with Reese, make another $60,000, and by then, I’d be a Junior. You could either do it again that year AND in my senior year.”

Reese really wanted me to do this again. I had no idea he had thought about it. I certainly hadn’t given it much thought.

“I am really flattered. It’s something I’d have to think about,” I replied politely. I had come so far this year, but could I even consider another year like this? With my son? It was a lot to consider, and would my marriage survive another year of it?

“That means she isn’t going to do it,” Dewey predicted. It was the same thing they said when I was reluctant the night, Julie brought this to me before I entered the Program.

“You would have to be nude as well and do reasonable requests?” I pointed out.

“Yeah, so?” Reese asked with a shrug. Dewey said he planned to go to school nude on Monday. Reese immediately asked him why.

“Brunna said she thought it would be hot if we were both nude together.”

“Didn’t you just get her stupid or something?” Reese reminded him.

“She can be stupid, but didn’t I also tell you that she has the hottest little plump taint in high school?”

“That you’ve SEEN so far, Dewey. Think about the hottest chicks in school that wear clothes every day. Every one of them MIGHT volunteer for the Program, show you their little flapper, and you will fall in love with that.”

“Yeah, but Brunna will let me DO things to her butthole.”