Chapter 69

Saturday, October 26th, 2047 –Homecoming Dance

I remembered my own Homecoming Night. I went with Jim during my senior year in high school. He wore a nice tuxedo, and I wore a green gown that didn’t show off too much cleavage. I had the same huge tits back then, but I was deeply ashamed of them. I thought I looked fat, and big knockers made me look slutty. I didn’t like attention, and I believed I was dumpy and plain. I had printed pictures from back then, but when I was told to move everything that was mine out of the bedroom I used to share with Jim, I put them all in the shed with all my other mementos.

It seemed to me that if I really planned to continue being Piggy, I should throw all of that stuff away. I had no use for pictures and no permission to sit and scrapbook and look at old, faded memories. The stuff in the shed was taking up space and collecting dust.

Most people keep digital photos these days. I grew up in a time when the trend of printing out pictures had just resurged. I made a mental note to ask for permission to toss all that old stuff. I couldn’t even remember why I was saving old teacups and snow globes. They weren’t doing any good in the shed, and I didn’t feel they would be missed.

Julie’s date arrived wearing a bow tie around his neck and a smaller one on his penis. He had chosen to go to the dance with her in the nude, to make her feel more comfortable. That was a very thoughtful gesture on his part.

Julie wore her red collar with red ribbons and some dancing shoes. The word “Ham Pocket” had almost disappeared completely from her tummy and back. She wore a medium-sized butt plug with a jewel in the back.

Jim made a joke about how he would have saved a lot of money last year on a dress if Julie had started her new rules then. “Just a plug in your butt, and off you go,” he chuckled. I remember him hitting the roof last year when Julie wanted a fancy dress, so he was right about that.

My sons had me tied up in Dewey’s room before Julie’s date arrived. I remember Dewey saying, “You should go to homecoming tied up like this; you look lovely, Piggy!”

“Thank you, Mister Dewey. I think Julie wants me to be dolled up and to have my arms free, though,” I replied. My daughter intended to bring me with her, but I had no idea what I’d do at her dance, and I hadn’t asked. It was no longer my place to ask questions like that. I planned just to do whatever she told me.

“I know, Piggy. You just look cool. I can stick a dildo in your mouth when you are tied up, and there is nothing you can do about it. It would be fun to do at Homecoming.”

“You can stick a dildo in my mouth or any place else you like anytime at home, Sir. It’s a school function, I don’t think I can be tied up there, but you have to make a request for me to suck on a dildo, just like at school,” I reminded my so politely.

It sounded wholly inappropriate to fellate a dildo at a homecoming, and I knew that, but I kind of wished that Dewey could have his fun. I liked being tied up and made to feel helpless. It was always so exciting to see what new thing the guys would do to me at home.

“I know the rules, but how does it feel to know you can’t stop someone from putting a dildo in your mouth even if you wanted to do it?” Dewey asked. He seemed to be asking as if he wanted to find out and not just to hear me blabber on endlessly like a typical woman would.

“I used to feel vulnerable and nervous when I was tied up, but you can play with me anytime. I love sucking actual cocks, fake cocks, whatever you stick in my big mouth to shut me up. I’d give you a blowjob at Homecoming if Julie said it was okay,” I admitted truthfully with a big smile.

Dewey didn’t seem surprised that I was willing to be so filthy in public. I think he could see the changes in me were becoming too obvious to ignore. “Yeah, but imagine if you can’t say no. You just have to take whatever I put in your mouth? Doesn’t that feel scary to know you have no choice because you are tied up?” Dewey asked.

“I’d never say no to you, Dewey,” I admitted, and despite my love of embarrassment, being shamed and teased, I blushed. There was a part of me that was aware Dewey was my son, and I should be the parent and set some limits, but she was blathering in my mind, and I locked her away and stuck a dildo in that voice’s mouth so she would learn her place.

Reese told him that I never get scared and that I’ll suck anything whether I am tied up or not.

I was so flattered. I knew that Dewey was trying to get me to understand the feelings I have while I am in the Program. I may have been able to tell him about fear and anxiety when I first started in the Program, but I was increasingly unable to feel that. I admitted to him that I used to feel that way, but now I like being teased, touched, slapped, fucked, and I never wanted him to feel guilty about it. “I wouldn’t mind it. I consent to let you stick anything you want in my mouth, even to shove it down my throat.”

Reese and Dewey had recently learned about deep throating, and they had stretched my throat muscles out this week to see just how far I could take their cocks without gagging. My throat muscles burned a little, but it was fun being a science experiment.

“What about a cockroach?” he asked.

“Yes, you can if you want, You did that to me and Crabby when we visited the Gibbons house. I know you’d never put glass or poison in my mouth.”

“Yeah, but what if it’s a live one?” Dewey asked while scrunching his nose up excitedly. I could tell he was trying to find a limit that would scare me, but it didn’t.

I didn’t get to answer because Julie came in and demanded that I stop futzing around and get ready. She quickly untied me and directed what makeup and the blue ribbons I should be wearing in my hair.

I was permitted to do my hair, paint my nails, and wear a much larger, decorative butt plug. It was not a school-standard plug. I assumed it would be okay at a school function. What went in my ass was no longer my decision.

It is interesting how much decoration you can do to your body when you are going to a dance completely naked. Julie had a few light straps around her shoulders to draw the eyes and a matching (but smaller) decorative butt plug. She wore ribbons in her hair and applied a little body paint.

“It’s not many guys who want to bring their date’s mom to homecoming,” Jim joked as he stood there completely naked in his living room.

Jeremy seemed affable enough. I cast my eyes down when I saw him naked with the bow tie on his penis. My daughter had me on a leash, so I kept my hands crossed behind my back and followed her. I assumed I’d squat all night. I was prepared for my muscles to ache by the end of it.

“Julie insisted she and her mother were a package deal,” he explained to my husband. “I get two dates instead of one!”

“Well, just remember that one of them is my wife, and fucking ain’t free,” Jim said. I think that Jeremy thought he was joking, but I am sure he wasn’t. His bow tie probably cost more than twenty dollars, so I am sure that wouldn’t be a problem if he really wanted to fuck me at the end of the night.

Jim forgot to take any pictures of them, so they went to the dance in Jeremy’s car.

Jim let Reese drive my car as this was a special occasion. My son had his Learner’s permit, but technically, he wasn’t allowed to drive without a licensed driver. It wasn’t up to me what he did any longer. He wasn’t going with Astrid. I never met his date, but he also went in a suit and tie. He left for the dance shortly after we did.

Dewey rode along with Reese. He was completely naked but wearing a “male chastity” device that he got from Ms. Collins. The rest of the family called it a “cock cage” because it looked like the one my father wore. It was hard to respect Dewey when he wore the cage. Brunna liked to see him in it and called it his suit of armor.

Dewey liked wearing it because of his oddly shaped, small penis. He thought people would make less fun of his body. He also liked making Brunna happy. I hated weakness in men and even considered refusing to let him be my Trainer when it was his turn, but I hoped he would grow out of it by then. I wasn’t sure I had the willpower not to consent to be bred again if Dewey really wanted me to do another year. I hadn’t told my sons yet, but I was pretty sure that if they really wanted me to do this again in the next few years and I was capable of it, I would.

What else would I do? Go back to being a blathering housewife who worries about trivial matters, complains, spends money without earning, and wears thick, heavy sweatsuits to cover her body? I might as well have planned to sprout wings and become a parakeet.

I knew deep down that I wouldn’t refuse to be bred. I liked my role in the house. I enjoyed being a breeder. Life was so simple this way.

At the Homecoming, I’d say only about 30-40 people showed up nude, and probably twice that many were topless or wore ass-less chaps. I didn’t see anyone bottomless. A lot of the Homecoming dresses were very skimpy, but that was the style.

I waited next to C.R. for a while in the squatting position. Tiffany was there with a boy. C.R. was gagged, and she obviously didn’t talk to me or even look at me. It was funny that Karen’s Pet name was C.R. It used to make her stand out, but now that my daughter and I were cum receptacles, it was just confusing.

At a certain point in the evening, Tifanny brought over about 16 male students from school. “You remember my mom, Karen?”

They all did and grinned wickedly. “Let’s go play with mommy!” Tiffany said in baby talk, then took her mother’s hand and led her out of the dance with the boys (all at once). They groped her, and smacked her mother’s butt, pressing close and teasing her. I assumed Tiffany’s mom was getting gang-banged after they finished dancing. I was envious.

I looked for Julie out on the dance floor. I could at least bring punch to her and her date if she wanted. I wondered what my husband was doing all alone back at the house. I felt bad we weren’t there to amuse him.

Brunna led my son around the dance floor by a leash on a chain necklace she had given him. She was completely naked and loved showing off. I saw the hint of a butt plug in her big fat ass too. She danced with other boys, and Dewey followed them. I never taught him to dance, and he obviously didn’t even try. He looked miserable. I really wanted to punch that girl for doing that to Dewey. I enjoyed the submission, but he clearly didn’t.

I assumed she had promised him some of her fat, bald pussy, and he fell for it.

I saw Astrid and Cookie out on the dance floor with dozens of guys. Astrid allowed her sister to dance and have fun. It seemed like she was being a little too lenient with her. Cookie’s little young body was transforming, and she was clearly pregnant.

Misty wasn’t there. I assumed she and her mother were at work. It was Saturday night, after all.

Thelma and James were there dancing nude and hanging out mostly with other black students. Arkansas may have evolved to accept public nudity, but it was still deeply racially divided and black people tended to stay with black people, and white people tended to avoid them.

James was with his date, a tall black girl with a dark afro. She was naked, huge black breasts bouncing freely as the two of them tore up the dance floor.

He kept his sister on a leash by his table. She had her thumb up her ass and merely watched. It was obvious that she was pregnant, so it was probably best that she not try to dance.

Reese and his date walked up to me and looked down at me.

“Why so glum, Piggy?”

“I am just waiting, Master. Is this your date?”

“No, it’s a hooker I found on the side of the street,” Reese tried to joke, but his date didn’t find it amusing. He introduced her as Judy, and I said it was a pleasure to meet her. She wore a revealing light blue homecoming dress.

“I would imagine you didn’t expect to see your date’s mom squatting on the floor at your Homecoming?” I asked.

“Actually, I’ve seen you around school plenty of times. I knew Reese’s mom was in the Program. You called him Master?” she said. Judy had a plain face, but a nice set of tits. I was proud of my son.

I looked at Reese to see if he would be embarrassed if I told the truth.

“I answer to my sons and husband as well as my daughter, and they prefer that I call them Master at home. It’s a reasonable request.”

“Oh my, that’s freaky!” she laughed at me. “Master Reese?” she looked at him with mirth in her eyes and said he hadn’t told her that.

“It’s not something you brag about when you are trying to get a date with the prettiest girl in the school!”

“Oh, Reese!” she giggled and smiled just like I did when I was embarrassed.

“Do you want to give Piggy a reasonable request?” he asked her as if I was a bubble gum machine that he was willing to put a quarter in to get her a prize.

“I can’t believe you let him call him you, Piggy!” she laughed.

“That’s my name, and I am a Pig, so it fits,” I remember being mortified at first because I thought it was to make fun of how chubby I was. Now, I can barely remember my old name.

She giggled a little and said she didn’t go in for “that sort of thing,” adding, “I don’t want to cause a spectacle at Homecoming anyway.”

They left me alone. I hoped that they didn’t continue to date. I already missed Julie 2 days this week, and if that little skank took Reese away, then I’d be alone a lot more when it was his turn to be my Breeder.

Eventually, Hugo approached me when a slow song came on. I don’t know how long he might have been waiting. It seemed like he timed it perfectly. He was nude with a small sash around his waist. I’d seen his dick plenty of times.

“Hello, Piggy! May I make a reasonable request for one dance?” he asked. He produced a napkin before I could remind him that it was up to my daughter.

The napkin said in red lipstick, “One dance,” and was signed Ham Pocket.

I stood up and offered him my hand. He was much shorter than me. Hugo came up to about as tall as my nipples. He danced awkwardly and pressed himself close to my tits. The song they were playing was an old Journey song. I don’t remember the one, but it goes, “Faithfully, I’m still yours.”

As the young boy led me around the dance floor in the nude amongst so many clothed people, I thought about who I was faithful to. I really wasn’t faithful to my husband any longer. I’d fuck anyone. I wondered what kind of wife he thought I really was.

Technically, we weren’t supposed to be doing anything sordid on the dance floor. However, with naked students there is always something happening that could be considered a little naughty. During slow songs, holding each other close, pressing bodies together, I noticed kissing, touching, groping, even what seemed like dry humping by horny students.

During fast songs, I saw them spank each other’s butts, do splits, and expose their bodies, and the teachers did their best to look the other way. Even when Tiffany’s mother was on the floor, crowded by male students, the teachers let it go on without stopping it. She was nowhere to be seen, so I assumed she was behind a dumpster at the hotel getting plowed by the same students and any extra that Tiffany invited along.

Hugo sucked my nipples while he danced with me and fingered me. I let him do whatever he wanted. This was his dance. He spent the last part gripping my ass cheeks and holding them apart while I danced with him. I wasn’t sure why since only the people behind us could see my poop hole. I think he was showing me off.

“That was really nice, Hugo; thank you for going to that trouble,” I said when the dance was over, and we started to walk back to where Julie had left me. “You didn’t buy a ticket just to dance with me, did you? You have a date somewhere?”

“I did buy a ticket to dance with you, Piggy. You are beautiful, and you don’t even know it.”

I blushed and smiled at him. “Hugo, I know you have a crush on me, and I am so flattered, but I am married.”

“Yeah, I know. You are too old for me, but I want you so badly. I dream about you and jerk off to you at home.”

I gave him my husband’s phone number and told him that I sometimes work on Wright Avenue. “If you want to call him and find out when you could meet me there. We could fuck for twenty dollars.”

“You only charge people twenty dollars?” Hugo was shocked.

“I am a worthless, brainless bimbo, Hugo. You should see all the pretty girls out there, and they don’t charge much more than I do. My daughter charges fifty. I am sure if you ask her, she’ll tell you about the days she works. Don’t pass that around school,” I said in a hushed tone.

“I paid $150 for this ticket, and I brought you flowers,” he said. He showed them to me. He bought me a dozen roses.

“They are beautiful, Hugo. I don’t know what to say.”

I told Julie about it after, and she said it was fine to tell him. There were plenty of guys at school that knew all about it. Rumors spread quickly, and some of them visited Misty at her trailer to pay for sex with their classmate. They could do things with my daughter that they could never request at school for about fifty bucks.

The one person who didn’t visit was Jeremy. He was outraged when my daughter admitted she was a sex worker. He felt betrayed and humiliated that other boys at school were poking my daughter even though they weren’t officially a couple.

“We aren’t dating, Jeremy. You asked me to Homecoming and almost never called. I can fuck anyone I want, you can too. What’s the big deal?”

“I thought this would be special, and you’d appreciate it if I didn’t keep calling like last summer.”

“You were a pest last summer, and this year you are distant. I don’t know what you expected. I am a sex worker. Is that a deal breaker?”

“Kind of, yeah. You also squat now instead of sitting in a chair. None of the other Trainer bitches do that.”

“Well, I am special,” Julie sneered and said she was trying something out.

“Well, how about trying walking home.”

Jeremy left us on the side of the road in a part of town we didn’t recognize. Jim was just a phone call away, so we walked around and talked in a brightly lit area.

“Nice flowers, Piggy,” she said. I smiled, and then she told me to stick one of them up my ass. The roses had been dethroned.

“Rose side or vine side?”

“You really would, wouldn’t you?”

“Of course! You are my Trainer.”

“I was just joking, Piggy.”

“Ham Pocket, if you told me to stick all twelve up my ass and become a human flower vase, I’d stand on my head out here in the middle of nowhere. I belong to you.”

“You never get tired of this, do you?”

“Not really, no. There are days I am sore, but I have had the adventure of my life, and I want to keep doing this when you go to college.”