Chapter 68

MONDAY October 21st, 2047 –CERTIFICATION DAY

Nothing immediately came from the conversation that Julie had with Miss Collins. I think that my daughter was thinking about how she’d approach it with her father, and didn’t see it as a priority.

However, we did finally get a date to be certified as Cum Receptacles. I was ecstatic. I think for Julie, this was simply another mental challenge to see if she could try something well outside of her comfort zone and that was okay with me. It was what her father told her he wanted. As far as I could tell, Julie was completely on board with it.

I knew, for any boy at school she might want to date, it could alter his perceptions of her. They would probably see her as loose or a slut, but she was going to college soon, and she WAS loose and a slut.

I was starting to show more and more, and my belly was plumping up. Every day, I could see minute changes caused by my pregnancy. I was now in the stage of being a Breeder where people knew that I wasn’t just fat – I was obviously pregnant.

My nose felt like it was starting to spread across my face like a real pig. My asshole was getting significantly wider from the training and the expansion of my body. It felt like I could take any size cock without lube. Dewey even stuck an eggplant in my ass once (small end), and I thought if he worked hard enough, he could fit the entire thing inside my bowels.

I knew that I had a very observable gape between my plump ass cheeks because many of the requests I got involved touching it. I have performed those requests since the beginning of the Program, but now I felt more like a sideshow freak that was exposing her expanded round asshole to students who were laughing and playing with it like it was a freakish novelty oversized asshole. Their comments may have been intended to be hurtful, and I often found myself smiling when they laughed and called it an endless black hole or guffawed because they couldn’t believe how big it was. I think I was starting to smile because I felt they should enjoy degrading me, and I looked forward to having my ass stretched even further.

I knew I should be humiliated and embarrassed, and I became strangely accepting of the idea of further degradation. I craved it. It was exciting to be a pregnant bimbo led around the school naked while everyone else laughed at me.

I no longer believed that the Program was intended to remove sexual stigmas and normalize the body. I believed that the lesson I had learned was simply that I was a Breeder cow sex-freak that could be openly displayed for ridicule and embarrassment.

It didn’t feel like a punishment or something that was being inflicted upon me. I didn’t feel like something I had imposed upon myself, either. It felt like I was a female example of a zoo animal like a monkey and that my role in life was to be on display for students to laugh at how I looked, and I liked being a sex monkey or a cum pig.

If anything, I felt that I still had far too much autonomy to make choices and deference from others who respected my choices and thanked me for performing requests. I looked forward to the degrading ones.

Julie recently had refused a red-headed boy who wanted to staple my skin as a reasonable request. After that encounter, I told her after that it was reasonable to me and that I wished she would have let him have his fun. She thought I was being sarcastic.

There were times that I secretly wanted to intentionally get in trouble just to be punished in front of the entire student body, but I felt an overwhelming urge to obey rules and orders I was given. I simply could not bring myself to misbehave even though it would have turned me on to have my pussy spanked while everyone watched with scorn for whatever I did wrong.

I was constantly horny to the point that I found it hard to concentrate, listen, or focus for more than a few minutes on anything else. I was constantly in the moment, and seldom thinking about what had happened, or what I’d do in a few minutes. All I could think about was sex, and the rougher and sweatier that it was, the better.

A few days earlier, Dewey requested that I lick his girlfriend Brunna’s feet. She has nasty feet, which tasted salty and sweaty, and she doesn’t clean her toenails. I could tell from her giggles about his mother lowering herself to her hands and knees that the pudgy girl was at least smart enough to know this was supposed to truly degrade me.

I did such a good job sucking her toes, and licking between every crack and crevice while I was on my hands in knees in the lunch room that she patted my head, and called me a good doggy.

I loved the taste of her salty, sweaty feet. I ended up having several other students make the same request of me, and Julie granted it. I think it was one of my favorite treats, and I couldn’t wait to lower myself before them, stick my big ass up in the air and lick their toes. The smellier their feet, the better!

I no longer liked it when students fawned over me and developed crushes. I had a few like that at the start of the year. I would have been happier if they teased me, and I was conflicted because who was I to dictate to a man (even a teenage boy) what he should and should not like to do?

I was now sporting an unmistakable pooch belly. My nipples were leaking almost all the time. A few students started referring to me as “Milky” instead of Piggy when I spontaneously started leaking at school. I frequently licked my drippings just to keep them from falling over my tummy while I was in class with Julie.

I craved cum night and day, and drinking my protein shake out of a baby bottle tasted much the same as semen. I started squirting my own milk into the protein shakes even though no one told me to do it. It seemed naughty, and it tasted kind of like cum to me. I was beyond ready to be Cum Receptacle at school because I felt like I was already one at home anyway.

I believed that Julie may have some doubts about whether she wanted to become a Cum Receptacle. Misty told her she thought it was stupid to eat cum without being paid. I think Jim would have let her back down, but my daughter had something to prove to herself. I think it went beyond just wanting to try something new. I think she wanted to push her own limits and see how far she could go down the path of a submissive cum-gobbling whore.

Me, I just wanted to drink more cum, so I had no qualms at all. I won’t say that, though. I might have said that I didn’t mind being a Cum Receptacle at one time. I could no longer remember how I felt about it a week ago.

Now I felt from the bottom of my heart, at the very core of my being; with the unquestionable certainty that I loved my husband and my children that everything I had done in the Program to date had prepared me to accept being a Cum Receptacle. I had no doubt that I would do anything, no matter how disgusting, humiliating, or degrading, to make my family proud by earning the certification as a Cum Receptacle.

The day finally came for my daughter and I to become certified at school. Ms. Collins had to make the arrangements, and we had to sign papers. I asked to have my husband or Julie sign for me because I no longer wanted to make choices for myself. Ms. Collins insisted that she couldn’t legally do that without “Power of Attorney.” I couldn’t remember what that was, and I genuinely thought she made that term up as an excuse because she was a dumb bitch that didn’t know what she was talking about. I wanted to tell her to find a male administrator to find out the real way it was supposed to work, but Julie insisted that I settle down and keep my mouth shut (by sticking a dildo in my mouth) while I signed our permission slips as her parent, and for myself.

I believe my daughter was becoming increasingly worried about my mental state, but I had never felt more certain of anything before. I liked myself now much more than I did the woman I barely remembered I was before the Program.

I stopped telling my daughter some of my inner feelings about how I wished I had raised her to live in a male-dominated home since birth and why that would have been good for us both.

We had to watch videos of girls getting certified after signing the papers. I squatted with a dildo in my mouth, and Julie did as well voluntarily. We both wore butt plugs to school, but we were required to take those out for the certification. We were going to be taken to a utility room completely naked to finish the process after the educational videos and another consent form after we watched them.

I didn’t want to consent. I was forced to consent because they didn’t have a legal category for women that felt they shouldn’t be consented for what happens to them. I found that funny, but I don’t know why. I have been giggling randomly at inappropriate times.

The videos were mostly from Programs that do not include Breeders. It looked like some of these were filmed in the early 2030’s based on the quality of the video. They were almost teenage girls who seemed extremely slutty and oversexed.

The girls in the videos had to masturbate a bunch of men and play with cum, gargle it, and get facials. It was basically pornography. Julie called it Bukkake. That sounded like something I used to order at the Japanese restaurant we went to with my parents when they visited. I had no idea what it meant, and I didn’t ask.

We had to fill out more forms to consent, and Jen gave us several opportunities to ask questions and back out. I had no questions; I wanted to get to it. She told us we had three school days to decide if we wanted to continue wearing the armbands or not even after we got certified and started performing as Cum Receptacles at my daughter’s school.

I didn’t see a reason either of us would turn the armbands back in. In my mind, this was an honor. I wished that they would stop giving women so many opportunities to change their minds like they used to back in 2024. Those were the good old days.

Ms. Collins brought in sixty-two student volunteers for our certification. I was thrilled to have that many dicks to produce cum for me. I didn’t count them. I didn’t think I could count that high anymore. I know there were sixty-two because she said that was all she could get on such short notice, and she hoped they would be enough.

They were all male, obviously. They seemed eager to donate their sperm. If Jim were there, he probably would have made a joke about withdrawing from a sperm bank. I was certain he would have enjoyed watching this and been proud of me.

The first thing we were told to do was jerk everyone of them off with both hands. It seemed like a waste to me, when I would have happily fucked and sucked every one of them as often as they wanted. I knew some of these boys from when they bred me. One of them might have even been the father of my baby!

Many of the guys were football players, but just as many were scrawny freshmen. As long as they had a dick, it was fine with me. Big ones, little ones, uncircumcised, circumcised, curved, straight, crooked – dicks were beautiful to me in all shapes and sizes as long as they worked.

A few of the boys took a while to get off, and I desperately wanted to suck their cocks to make it easier, but it was like we were expected to milk a row of sixty two bulls on a farm and it was such a waste of an opportunity to fuck them.

My daughter and I spit in our hands and went to work pulling cocks, while some of the boys played with themselves a little to get harder before we worked on them. We went up the line, taking two at a time with both hands.

Ms. Collins told we had to do this in steps and prove we were comfortable getting jizzed on. The certification process was completed behind closed doors in case volunteers change their mind in order to protect their reputations.

I thought that shouldn’t apply to us, I would have happily completed my certification during a high school half-time show, but I kept that to myself.

“Believe it or not, there have been some students who wanted to be C.R.’s that thought they could handle a quick facial, but once you go through this process, you won’t fear cum at all. It is perfectly natural, good for your skin, good for your hair. Most people at the high school level are fine producing it but never consuming it,” Jen said as she observed. A few other female teachers were present to act as witnesses.

It was a two-step process. The first step was to allow them to cum on our faces and in our hair. We weren’t allowed to drink any! How tragic! We could open our mouths and present our tongue as a target. Some of them came on my tits and neck, but most shot their load in my mouth. There were a few bratty guys that thought they would piss us off by shooting in our eyes or up our noses. I liked them most of all.

Once a volunteer was done, he was able to get dressed and returned to class. It took us over an hour and a half to finish. Jen said that normally an applicant would now scrape the cum off of their body into a glass and play with it and blow bubbles, spitting it out and back into the glass.

However, she told us that we had the option to lick it off of each other and spit it into a single cup since we were completing certification.

I was disappointed that the boys didn’t get to stay and watch or that there would be a round two where we repeated the process. Collecting the jizz of my daughter’s body with my mouth and spitting it into a glass, and blowing bubbles with it was fun, but there hardly seemed like there was enough.

I had pictured gallons of the stuff, and we barely had a glass full between us.

We learned a lot about the different consistencies of semen. Jen made us stop and play with it and talked about it. I didn’t care, and I knew I was not going to remember what she told me in an hour. I just wanted to get on with it.

“That’s the seed of fifty virile young men; I want you to milk your titties into it and spit into it,” Ms. Collins told me. I wished one of the male students had requested that I did that because I resented Ms. Collins for being an uppity bitch that talked down to men.

I happily obeyed without question.

“If you weren’t a Breeder and couldn’t express milk I wouldn’t have required that, but you are going to function as a receptacle for Breeder milk as well, not just your own but other Breeders. You are far more along than the other women.

Even with the milk from my titties, I still wished we had more to play with. Julie and I passed the cum back and forth with our mouths and blew bubbles like we had seen Tiffany’s mom do. It turns out that was part of this Certification process to prove how comfortable you were with jizz.

I thought she was doing it because she liked to show off.

My daughter and I were required to gargle the entire contents of the glass without swallowing while squatting and then spit it back into the glass and trade it. Jen dumped the glass over our faces and drizzled us with cum, got it all in our nose and hair, and then required us once again to lap it up while saying, “I love cum!”

It was getting a lot filthier mixed with our spit as we recycled and reused the cum we had harvested from all of those students.

Jen made us sit in a wad of it next and wallow around before finally being permitted to drink it down. It felt like a reward, not a test. I could have been happy repeating this exercise daily for the rest of my life.

I felt like there had been so much build-up leading to this that made it sound like it was a severe choice when in reality, it had been largely a thrill and a hell of a meal.

At the end, Julie and I posed individually for special identification cards. We were naked, so unless they stuck them up my ass, I wouldn’t have them on my person. Ms. Collins explained they would be digital and available on Julie’s phone. I couldn’t remember where I left mine. I hoped Jim wasn’t wasting money keeping my plan active. I doubted very seriously that I’d need it again for at least a few years.

We were expected to stand with our legs apart and hold our mouths open while wearing the cum we had used during our test and Doctor Randy took the photo.

Julie participated in the certification test, but not as enthusiastically as I had. She didn’t seem reluctant, and it was obvious that she considered it an accomplishment. We had to repeat the process of gargling cum, spitting it in each other’s mouths, rubbing it on each other. Julie was ready to shower and return to class by the time it was all over.

Jen was thrilled to announce that we had passed with flying colors. “Ordinarily, there is a deliberation period before we make the award.

Jen also taught us how to properly clean the physical Cum Receptacles located in bathrooms and around the school. They were simple stands with sinks and cleaning supplies. That was required of us as well. I was disappointed we weren’t expected to lick them clean and had to use cleaning supplies.

“I know you love cum, Piggy, and that will serve you well as a C.R., but some students don’t only dispose of cum in the receptacles. You will find bubble gum, trash, and other non-human debris in the bins. You won’t be eating that. You’ll just be cleaning the bins. Just follow the procedures as they are taught to you.”

Ms. Collins acted like that should be common sense, but I was willing to eat cum off the ground, so what was so bad about a piece of chewing gum? I didn’t ask why or argue with her.

I would have happily chewed used bubble gum that sat in a bucket of cum all day, but I didn’t tell her that. I felt obliged to comply even if I found something tasty that I could suck on for a few hours in the trash.

Then we were awarded our yellow and black armbands; I was SO proud to wear mine! I couldn’t wait to show my husband!

Word spread quickly around school, and disposing of cum, even the pre-cum that drips off of penises isn’t glamorous. We are expected to eat it quickly and move on. I wanted to blow bubbles to show off like C.R., but I had an overwhelming compulsion to obey my orders and do as I was told.

MONDAY 24th, 2047 –AFTER SCHOOL

I had dried cum in my hair, and I’d probably had three or four boys jerk off in my face or in my mouth intentionally when it was supposed just to be a happy accident. I call it a happy accident, but they could have gotten in big trouble if an instructor found out they did it on purpose.

It wasn’t my job to decide if they did it on purpose, so I felt no compulsion to stop them from aiming directly for my mouth even when I knew they were close during the request. Julie didn’t let anyone intentionally get it on her face or mouth, but she did lap it up and clean some herself when it was produced during a request she was performing.

It really was anti-climactic compared to the certification process. I had hoped we’d be constantly eating cum and there were only a few incidents where they happened.

My daughter intended to work at Misty’s trailer after school, so she offered her a ride home and put Crabby in the in the trunk. I was hoping to be tied up in the trunk with Crabby, but my daughter put me in the backseat with my sons.

“So, you really did it? You asked your Dad to be the boss of you?” Misty asked after Julie, and she discussed the new rules at home on the ride home.

“You betcha!” Julie smiled proudly. She introduced her brothers as Masters, but Misty didn’t acknowledge them.

“You dumb whore. Do you know what I would have given to be in your shoes? I HAVE to sell my ass. I don’t get to propose new rules, old rules, any rules. Dad makes the rules for me and my sister. You chose to do it out of curiosity. I have to do what my Daddy tells me and let my little brothers check my butthole every day. You could have just kept your mouth shut and did whatever you wanted when you wanted.”

I felt like it was unfair of Misty to call my daughter a dumb whore. Misty was also a dumb whore.

“I wanted to see what it’s like, and so far, it’s pretty fun,” Julie shrugged off Misty’s concerns politely.

“If it’s fun, then you aren’t doing it right, Julie. If you want to live under the thumb of men, and you are enjoying it, then you still have a long way to drop before you know what it’s like for me.”

“It’s Ham Pocket, now, Ma’am!”

“I thought it was only Ham Pocket at MY place. Now you are Ham Pocket at home, too?” Misty seemed annoyed that Julie answered to the same name at home. I could tell Misty felt possessive over my daughter.

“Yep, but they call me Cum Pocket, Piss Pocket, Shit Pocket,” Julie snickered because that amused her.

“Then I should be your boss at school, too!” Misty insisted. That prompted Reese to say that he and Dewey were in charge of their sister at school, and they had a little argument with Misty over it. Then
Reese wanted to be in the front seat, and Julie even reminded him that I could suck his cock from the backseat. He still wanted to sit up front. “I am in charge of you at school; you consented to that, Dumb Pocket!”

“I am sorry, Misty, I did,” Julie confirmed what Reese told them was true.

“Okay, but you consented that I was in charge of you in the car between my place and school!” Misty countered.

My daughter was stuck. She wanted to make them both happy in the car.

“Can we find a way to make this work? It’s just a car ride. Do you want me to sit on my dildo while I drive? Maybe I can do something to please both of you, and you can both tell me what to do?”

Misty and Reese were being petty about it. Naturally, I was on Reese’s side, but I could see he was making his sister frustrated.

“Tell you what, Bring your fat-titted donkey with you tonight, and you can let Greasy Reese-ee and Screwy Dewey come butt fuck you all night at the trailer too. They can boss you around while I make money.”

“You do a good job as my boss, Ma’am. I am trying to find a balance so that my family doesn’t feel left out and gets something in exchange while I work for your family. How can we make everyone happy?”

“Honey, I am never happy,” Misty admitted that she was seldom even satisfied. “My sister and I enjoy kicking your ass, but unless we are getting paid, it’s really just something we do when we are bored. It is Monday. It is going to be slow. Bring them over. I am the boss in the car, and I’m telling, not asking. I’d like to see what they do differently at your house.”

“Do you guys want to come with me?” Julie asked and didn’t argue with Misty.

“Not particularly, and I don’t want to leave Dad all alone,” Reese admitted. There, I agreed. It shouldn’t be up to Misty what Reese does, and it was unfair to his father to leave Jim all alone.

“So, leave the donkey and take them. I don’t give a fuck.”

“I was hoping your father would be excited about your C.R. armband. He might want to congratulate you,” I pointed out politely from the backseat. The boys weren’t even touching me, and they had said nothing about our new armbands. I was hoping they’d tease me.

“Shit, I got my C.R. badge before my first period at my house, swallowing cum before I realized it came out of a dick in the first place,” Misty downplayed the accomplishment. “I was used as a cum dump since I was old enough to bleed.”

She said it like with a rite of passage, and not that she truly resented it. She was trying to one-up Julie.

In the end, my daughter pulled over before we got too far down the road, and Misty sat in the backseat with Dewey (but they didn’t do anything); Reese sat in the front seat.

Even though I didn’t ask for it, I was put in the trunk of a 69 with Crystal (who found it particularly amusing that I had to share her fate). I couldn’t have been happier about riding that way, but I didn’t want Crabby to know that. I felt like she didn’t deserve to gloat.

When the trunk closed on me, and the lights went out, I realized I was face down in her sweaty, fishy, stretched out bald pussy. It was truly one of the most wretched things I’ve smelled in a long time, and I had recently had my head dunked in the garbage to fish out a pork chop I threw away that still had a little meat on it.

It was perfect! It smelled like piss, cum, and fish and made me gag a little. I pushed my head down a little farther and started to lick.

Crabby was surprised that I did that for her and expressed her delight. I didn’t do it FOR her, I did it to myself to make myself suffer a little extra degradation on the bumpy, dark ride in the trunk.

“Your daughter is very obedient. She loves the whip; I wish she was MY daughter,” Crystal cackled a little and shifted so that her pussy was closer to my nose. “Since you are in there stop giving it little kisses, really give it a thorough roto-rooting and get down to my fart-box and tongue that too.?”

“We weren’t told to eat each other’s pussy, bitch.”

I don’t know why I snarled, but now I didn’t want to eat her pussy, simply because I felt she deserved to suffer too.

“You are so polite to everybody else, what bug is up your ass? I am in the same boat as you!” she reminded me we were sister Breeders before pointing out our boat was now a sweaty, hot trunk.

The car hit a bump, and the top of my head hit the top of the trunk hard and then forced it down onto her thigh. Crystal laughed at my pain and told me to get used to it. “Rockwood has a LOT of potholes, and it’s a long drive, Piggy.”

I didn’t say anything. I had lost focus and forgot what we were talking about.

“My husband thinks he has me by the short hairs on this and that I won’t get even with him one day for signing me up to be trained by my daughter. Everybody can laugh at me and kiss my ass. I’ll do my time, and suck it up, and take my lumps. Then I’ll get even and scoot off to the Riviera and spend that money.”

“You should consider yourself lucky you have a husband that treats you like you should be treated, cunt. You have no idea how much I wish my husband had signed me up for the Program without my consent.”

“I had to consent and sign all the papers, but my husband coerced me into doing it. It was this, or he’d boot me out on the street by myself.”

That idea thrilled me. If I couldn’t stop consenting to things, could I at least be coerced by someone who knows what’s better for me? In the end, I decided that wouldn’t work because I’d do whatever I was told without being coerced. I still hated and distrusted Crabby, but I could no longer remember exactly why. I didn’t feel any sympathy for her plight. As far as I was concerned, she should have to sniff and lick MY asshole the same way I had started doing to hers.

“You know Danny is just going to take any money you earn from you and never let you have it, right?” I stopped licking for a moment.

“Damn, you really do pretend you are some kind of simple-minded sweetie pie, but now you’ve dropped the act. Do you think I don’t know how my husband’s mind works? Well, you think you know Danny so well. How is he going to cash a check with my name on it?”

“I dunno, forge your signature and then tell you that you owed him for room and board?” I guessed. I just wanted to get back to licking this filthy sack of shit’s asshole for her. I wished Jim could see how far I had my tongue down Crabby’s ass. He’d be proud of me.

“That’s bullshit. Not after I did all this. He’s a motherfucker, but he wouldn’t fuck me like that. I’d kill his ass,” she threatened, but I think she secretly knew what Danny was going to do when she got a little money.

“He’s your husband. It would be best if you were willing to be a Breeder without being asked and just do it. The money should be his for putting up with you and your daughters. You and I don’t know how to manage money. If you weren’t so stupid, you would know how dumb you are.”

Even though I lambasted her for being a selfish whore, I lovingly slurped her stinky asshole like I was trying to get my entire head inside of it.

“You sound like a whore that is drunk on dick; talking about the pimp gets all your money. Danny has taken every dime I ever made. I think I earned enough for him. This is MY money. I am giving birth to a kid and selling it. He didn’t even put the baby in me. Why do you and your do-gooder cunt of a daughter even care?”

I didn’t mind her calling Julie a cunt. I felt like we both were, and so were Crabby and her daughters. I called Crabby a cunt to recognize one of the few things we had in common – a big gash between my leg for men to play with and fuck.

“I don’t. There are times I envy you, and then after I talk to you, I remember why I am not like you,” It was annoying having to suck my tongue back out of her filthy ass just to speak. I resented her making me do it because I enjoyed how absolutely disgusting eating out her ass was.

“Envy me?” Crystal squawked like she found that really amusing. “I get a baseball bat stuck up my ass nightly and hung by my tits off my front porch while my sons use it on my ribs and legs, and that’s if I behave myself. Every ex-boyfriend I used to fuck before I joined the Program has come over to laugh at my suffering, and I’ll never be able to look my neighbors in the eye again now that they’ve seen me dump buckets of my shit after It’s been pumped out of my ass with a garden hose in the yard. Who the fuck would envy an old used-up whore like me?” she asked with scorn like I was a fool for saying that.