Chapter 63

FRIDAY, OCTOBER 18th, 2047 –DINNER TIME

Jim was awake, and I made everyone’s dinner a little later than usual. Jim took a long nap, and I kept hoping that Julie would walk in the door and join us. I had a plate ready for Julie and kept it warm. However, she was not back from visiting Misty yet. We were all getting a little worried about her.

I scattered my food on the floor and sat on my 10-pin. It was odd because I felt “Home” under the table. I felt like I was in the wrong place yesterday, and now I was somehow protected by the top of the table. I know that sounds silly, especially because it was humiliating to gradually fuck myself down onto a bowling pin and eat like a dog off the floor without the use of my hands, but I felt a strange comfort in the routine of it all at my house.

Things were chaotic at Misty’s trailer. This felt safe and familiar.

We ate in relative silence. We were missing someone in the family, and Julie’s vacant chair put a damper on our family dinner. She was usually smiling and cheerful and a catalyst for some of the conversation. I think we were all thinking about her, and I wanted to change the topic.

“Jim, how would you feel if next year I was a Breeder for Reese?” I asked as I swallowed some peas in mashed potatoes that were lying by my nose. It was an awkward question to bring up, but it was on my mind since the boys asked me earlier.

Reese was shocked by how casually I brought it up. I think he was embarrassed because he assumed his father’s reaction would be negative – which it kind of was.

“Why would you want to keep doing this next year? Isn’t one year enough?” Jim asked with his mouth full.

“It’s not a full year; it’s just until a little while after I have the baby. Didn’t you say you wanted me to keep going like this after Julie goes to college?”

“Yeah, for ME! I meant in the bedroom. Are you thinking you’d continue eating off the floor and drinking that sour milk out of a baby bottle over the summer?”

“I have not made any decisions. The boys asked me about it, and I wanted to get your thoughts before I consented to anything. We might take a vacation with the money, and I don’t think you’d want me as Piggy while we stay in a nice Hotel in Hawaii or something?”

“Who says? I’d save a lot of money. I could put you in the luggage compartment or ship you over in a box,” Jim joked. He asked if I had given this a lot of thought – which I really hadn’t. It was getting increasingly harder for me to focus on things and really give a lot of thought to anything.

“Not really. I am thinking about it now since the boys brought it up outside, and we also discussed it at my birthday party. They both feel that it’s not fair that I’d do this for Julie and not them.”

“Well, did they consider how YOU’D feel being bred for not one but TWO more years just because they feel it’s not fair?” Jim reminded me of all the practical reasons not to have babies. He even mentioned hemorrhoids and how I looked when my nose stretched across my face. I forgot about that! I never really thought about it, but it did resemble a snout back then. My nose eventually shrunk, but I truly was a piggy. I wondered if that would happen again soon!

“Yes, I think they care about me, and wouldn’t want me to suffer, but I always wanted to have more kids, and I am still fertile. I said that I’d consider it, but I didn’t commit to it. I think your opinion of that matters, If they are serious, I’d also want the boys to start going nude more often and performing reasonable requests at school on a voluntary basis. A lot of students do that without being in the Program. I wouldn’t want to commit to this if they are going to freak out when they have to do what Julie does every day.”

“That makes sense,” Jim considered my logic. He usually didn’t. I was surprised and flattered. He added that he appreciated being consulted on it. He told me that he didn’t feel it was up to him the first time.

“We discussed it, and you agreed I could go to orientation, Sir,” I reminded him politely. I probably was very stubborn about it then, but my mindset had changed so much in the time I was in the Program.

“I did, and I don’t regret that, I just thought you’d come home from orientation, and we could talk some more about it. I didn’t know they’d sign you right up. It’s like when you go into the Military. They take you for the physical, and then if you sign, they ship your ass off in a bus to some training center. They don’t want you to get cold feet.”

“That’s true, and before we get to the end of the school year, and suddenly there are hard feelings, I wanted to discuss it with you, Jim.”

“This is probably something we should wait for Julie to weigh in on,” Jim decided as he took a bite of his food. He checked his phone and saw how late it was. He texted her with one thumb “G1VE US AN ETa WHEN U WOULD BE HOME, girl.<3 i WANT 2 PLAY POP THE BOOTY!”

Jim thought that <3 meant a butt (sideways). I could never explain to him that it meant a heart.

“I don’t know, Daddy. I am a little tied up right now. They had some visitors coming over on Friday, and our grocery excursion caused a little drama. I may not be home for a while. Start without me, and I promise I’ll make it up,” she texted back after a few minutes.

“FUCk THAET, COME HOME NAO!” Jim hated to text, and he was bad at spelling -especially when he got frustrated.

Julie didn’t respond. The final bottle of protein milk I had to drink was warm and made with well water. I asked Jim if I could remake it.

“No point in wasting it; pour it on my feet and lap it up,” he said. I’ve done this before for him as a request. I obediently did as he told me, and he giggled. His feet sweat somehow made the awful goopy milk taste better – which says a lot more for how bad the taste of the milk is than how clean my husband’s feet are.

After that, I cleaned up dinner and put my daughter’s food in the fridge for her. I imagined her on the floor eating cold beans and wept a little for her. I assumed that because it was a Friday night, they had even more customers than the night before. Danny was probably mad that his girls weren’t home to make money, and he lost some sales to other local brothels. Knowing Julie, she probably agreed to work a few hours to catch them up and was finding it hard to break away.

The pit of my stomach was so knotted with worry. I felt like if I were a GOOD mom, I would have warned her that that may have happened. I told myself she was my Trainer, and it wasn’t my place to do that, but the quiet voice in the back of my head that questioned everything I did was growing louder again.

Jim wanted to play Pop the Booty, and I was game to play as the only target. I even offered to ask Mrs. Johnson if she’d give it a try. She was an old woman, but she probably looked good back when she was younger. I did my best to cheer everyone up and danced around wearing my party hat and fart whistle, but all I got were chuckles.

I went into the bedroom toward the end of the night. Jim had a porn website up, and he didn’t seem to care that I knew it. It was a BDSM site, and it looked like he was reading dirty stories. He used to close his browser quickly when I caught him. Now, he didn’t seem to care if I knew what he was into. I actually appreciated that – because it was honest.

I wondered how many erotic fiction stories were posted from Dr. Randy’s class. I told him the story of Justine, the girl who was constantly teased and tormented by everyone around him, trying to turn him on.

I hoped that would excite Jim and make him horny. It didn’t work. After waiting for my husband to make the first move, I took him by the wrist, led him to our bed and fucked him silly for as long as he could keep it up, and then kissed his cheek as I left him on the bed. I licked his cock clean while he slept, and then quietly slept at the foot of his bed. I didn’t feel good about being the aggressor but I was so insanely turned on all the time lately.

In the morning, I awoke with a tremendous sinus headache. I remembered having bad dreams, but I couldn’t remember what they were. I checked the house for Julie and my car and even checked again as if somehow, magically, she’d be there if I simply kept looking.

I used to carry around a phone before this all began, but I hadn’t charged it up in a long time or I would have texted her. I started breakfast for the family. Julie still hadn’t arrived. Reese and Dewey woke up and said that they texted her, but she didn’t reply. We were debating calling the police. None of us had any of the phone numbers for the Gibbons family. I noticed the boys hadn’t come to breakfast nude. I wondered if that meant they had rethought breeding me.

I wasn’t sure if I was relieved that they rethought their offer to train me, and I wouldn’t have to do this again next year or if I was a little disappointed that they didn’t think I was worth that effort.

I had a hard time saying no to things anymore. It was like everything had changed about how I processed the world. I truly felt like I’d do whatever would make everyone the happiest.

When Jim joined us, he was equally upset, but he remained stoic and didn’t mention her absence. I think he was trying to project calm and confidence.

When I stuck my new bottle in my mouth, I was actually delighted by the taste, simply because it was mixed with regular tap water and not the foul well-water from Rockwood Trailer Park.

I heard my car pull up that morning. The guys got up to check the window. I was for lack of a better term, “knotted” on the ten-pin. Once I got my pussy wide enough to wrap around the top, it was really hard to slide back off of it.

“She’s here!

“About time!”

There was general relief all around in the house, as they watched her walk up to the house. “What’s that on her belly?” Dewey said as he looked out the window. I was so curious about what was happening as I tried to extricate myself from the 10-pin.

Julie opened the door and was surprised to see the males of the family crowding around the door waiting for her. “Sorry I didn’t text you, my phone died!” she apologized. It was obvious she didn’t understand the worry that we all had for her, or she was simply hoping we wouldn’t make a big deal out of her being gone.

“What’s the big deal? I’ve been gone overnight plenty of times, and Julie shrugged.

Her hair was out of place, she wore no makeup, her pussy was sore and puffy. She had whip marks on her tits, and it was like someone made two-inch long lines by pressing something into her skin around her boobs as if they were trying to tenderize her like meat.

She had the words “HAM POCKET” Written in blue on her tummy. There were arrows drawn to her pussy.

“Where’s Piggy?” she asked as she stood there flat-footed in the nude, with only her little purse around her body. She wasn’t even wearing shoes.

“I am right here, Miss Julie,” I said as I crawled off the 10-pin to greet her.

She smiled and squatted down next to me. She reached into her asshole and pulled out my buttplug. This was the MEDIUM-sized butt plug; it took me a little while to get used to it, but she had worn it like a pro. She sucked it clean and handed it to me. “I hope you don’t leave this behind again.”

The guys were stunned that she’d do that, and I was as well. I quickly noticed her normally pink and slender pussy was red, and she had a few small bruises on her legs.

She also had “HAM” in blue on one ass cheek and “POCKET” on the other ass cheek. There was no way the permanent magic marker was going to fade soon. That was definitely a permanent marker. I remember distinctly her saying that was a hard limit.

“Ham Pocket?” someone asked for an explanation, I think it was Dewey or Reese.

“Yeah, it’s cute, don’t you think? Everyone seems to like it. Listen, I need a quick shower, and then we need to talk. Did anyone give Piggy an enema this morning?”

“We gave her one yesterday, but you didn’t leave the enema kit, so we had to improvise,” Dewey explained.

“Silly me, so I did. I am sorry about that! She’s to get one twice a day from now on. Do you mind showing me how you improvised later?” Julie asked demurely – like it was perfectly normal to be standing there with those crazy words on her body.

I realized how people must process me when I have writing like that on MY body – like a total slut with no shame!

“I just stuck a funnel in her butt and poured water in,” Dewey shrugged like it was the simplest thing to do in the world.

“Did that work?” She asked.

“Not really, no,” Dewey admitted.

“Okay, well, I may ask that you start giving us both enemas soon. Are you okay with that?”

“You as well?” Dewey was pleasantly surprised by the offer. I noticed that Julie’s hair was matted, and it wasn’t as silky as normal.

“Sure! It cleans out the inside, and any poopy debris, so when people finger my ass, it’s not disgusting. It actually feels pretty good. You seem like you’d enjoy that, so would you mind filling me up?”

“I would not mind, at all...” Dewey seemed cautiously optimistic, but responded as if he was waiting for Julie to bite his head off, and this to have been some trap.

“Great, can I just take a shower, sort of throw a comb through my hair, brush my teeth, and we can chat. Okay?” Julie remained positive and upbeat, despite looking a little beat down.

Everyone agreed; they kind of had to do that. We were all in suspense about what Julie wanted to discuss.

She turned to me before she left, and rather than speak pleasantly, she gave me stern instructions.

“Piggy, clean up your filth on the floor, and I want you to scrape everything left over into a Tupperware and put it in the fridge. In addition to your normal diet, I want you to start eating only the leftovers from our previous meals. Daddy was right. There is no reason to waste good food. You can pick through the top of the garbage and scrape anything edible that doesn’t have mold or bones in it. See If there is anything in the fridge that is a leftover and mix it in as well. No one eats leftovers here. They just end up in the garbage.”

“Yes, Miss Julie,” I stammered.

“Oh, stop being such a baby, that’s not much to ask,” Julie said dismissively. She turned to her father and stated “Waste not, want not, right Daddy?”

Jim couldn’t agree more with that sentiment. He’s said it almost every day for years about something or other. He was just surprised by the sudden new rule.

“What about the plate I made you from last night?” I asked her politely.

“I ate already, so scrape that into your Tupperware container. I don’t want a thousand Tupperware containers in the fridge taking up space, either. Just mix it ALL together in one big one. It’s fine.”

There was something very confident in my daughter’s command and definitive about her decision. I expected her to be shaken and addled from whatever the Gibbons might have put her through. Instead, she seemed cheerful but also very direct and self-assured.

“I can’t disagree with any of that,” Jim was happy to hear I’d be removing the leftovers in the fridge, and they wouldn’t go to waste.

I had been raised not to throw away good food. I also tried to make fresh food for every meal. We always ended up with a surplus. I assumed if someone got hungry between meals, they would eat it. They rarely did, and so on the weekends, I would usually get rid of it all and make more space for more leftovers.

“You sure you want to do this again next year?” Jim laughed as he watched me make a disgusted face, picking through the discarded chicken that even Crabby hadn’t eaten and other bits of yogurt and fruit that were in the garbage.

After Julie left, Reese and Dewey discussed the rules they may have for me.

“I probably wouldn’t make Candy do that! I’d probably let her at least keep everything separated,’ Reese decided.

“Who the fuck is Candy?” Jim asked with a guffaw.

“That would be Piggy’s new name when I am her Trainer,” Reese decided.

“Candy? Why would you change your mother’s name again? I just got used to Piggy!” Jim laughed and joked a little as we waited for Julie. They ignored me and theorized about funny names for me while I finished up the assignment that she had given me to mix the leftovers into one mushy bowl and seal it up.

Julie was clean and ready by the time I had finished my chores. She looked refreshed, but there was no removing the name from her tummy. She didn’t even try to wash it off. The dark blue marker was going to be on there for a bit.

“Okay, first about the words on my butt and tummy. This is a ham pocket,” she stuck her finger in a pussy. “That’s a word people use for a cunt or a twat, so I just thought I’d clarify that.”

“Who wrote that on you?” Jim asked. It was obvious that Julie hadn’t done it herself, or the letters would have been reversed if she had looked in a mirror.

“I am getting to that,” Julie decided to sit on a couch near her father.

“I have made a decision to start doing sex work,” Julie let that statement hang for a moment to give her father time to freak out. Dewey and Reese were also present and already knew that she made that choice.

Much to my surprise, Jim didn’t hit the roof. He remained calm. I think all that had happened leading up to this had prepared him to accept her decisions. She was also almost ready to go to College next year.

“That’s pretty extreme, Julie. You just started this Program. Do you really need to go that far?”

“It’s a bit late for that. I was working last night, and I worked the night before. I am already a whore.”

“You don’t have to call it being a whore,” Jim’s ears turned red, and it looked like he was becoming embarrassed even though this wasn’t happening to him. I was just glad he was maintaining his temper.