Chapter 73

After class, we headed to my daughter’s Calculus class. We were stopped along the way by someone who wanted to suckle my tits for breast milk because it was cascading down my tits onto my belly like a waterfall. Julie quickly granted the request, and he licked my titty for 60 seconds. He didn’t like the taste of my milk and spat it on my swollen belly. I smiled and thanked him while licking it up with my finger. As a Cum Receptacle, I also dispose of breast milk – my own and some of the other Breeders.

Astrid’s sister Cookie squirts her milk in my face when requested, and she loves to giggle. She laughs just like her little sister Brunna.

When we had a few moments to ourselves, I asked Julie if she genuinely didn’t want to be a house pet with me, why not just refuse. I am not allowed to speak without being spoken to, and once again, I disobeyed a direct order and talked. That convinced me that my suspicions about something influencing my thoughts were just paranoia.

“Dad and Aunt Laura are right. I promised I’d obey the rules I myself introduced. I wrote a check as a free-use slave that I don’t want to cash with my ass,” Julie implied that she bit off more than she could chew. Nobody wrote checks anymore, so it was just a figure of speech. I don’t think Julie even knew that people used to write actual checks for money. They had pretty much stopped when I was a little girl. “You could have quit when things got hard, and you kept your word. You inspire me, Piggy. You have never once asked to be out of the Program, and you take whatever anyone can throw at you and ask for more.”

“I think you have to shit or get off the pot, Julie. You are only doing some of what the men want you to do, and you’ve made it clear you don’t really respect their authority.”

I realized that I shouldn’t be speaking to my daughter like Miss Julie that way, but right now, she was Ham Pocket to me.

Julie allowed me to give her advice, even though it wasn’t my place, without punishing me. I even apologized once I started feeling guilty about what I said, but Julie acknowledged that I was right. She allowed me to masturbate in front of everyone in her second-period class before the lectures began as a treat.

I had to squat between C.R. (Karen) and my daughter. Tiffany thought it was hilarious that my daughter was in the observation position, hovering over a desk that was low to the ground. The boys behind us could look right into Julie’s pussy and see her huge bejeweled butt plug sticking out of her asshole.

She couldn’t see why Julie had given up her cushy role as a Trainer and agreed to squat in class like a typical Breeder would.

I think it had a lot of other people in her friend group who wondered the same thing. Astrid and her sister liked to tease her and request that Julie squat in the observation position whenever they saw her in the hallway.

Ordinarily, Julie wouldn’t mind at all, even if she hadn’t become a free-use slut at home. Many students knew or suspected something was different because Julie wore her red collar and squatted at desks in class.

The funny thing is, Astrid and Tiffany would ALSO squat just like Julie on request. I’ve seen them both do it for students who think it’s funny to make the Trainers squat like Breeders and just enjoy looking up their asses.

After class, we had NIS Workshop with Ms. Collins. Julie passed Dewey in the hallway and acknowledged him. He was a little frazzled by the attention he was getting while nude and plugged. I think he believed he’d fly under the radar. However, since he wasn’t usually naked, he stood out like a sore thumb to his classmates.

He also normally wore a cock cage on his tiny penis, but today it was flopping out. It was mostly boys who teased him about the size. Girls said things like, “Isn’t it adorable? Look how cute! Like a cock, only much smaller!”

One of his friends wanted to watch him perform Double Lemonade (masturbate), and Dewey stopped us.

“Cum Pocket, come and catch my jizz,” My son insisted his sister perform her duties as a Cum Receptacle for him. He knew that she wouldn’t refuse; it was her job as a C.R. at school, and she had done it countless times since we were certified.

Technically, we are only supposed to consume if some of it falls on our skin or a desk. The original intent of this program stems from the college version of the Program that teaches there is nothing to be afraid of about Semen. There are countless studies of men’s seed being a superfood, doing wonders for skin and hair. However, there was still a stigma for many about tasting and touching it when this role was first introduced about ten years after the first NIS Programs were implemented in Europe and then filtered to the rest of the world.

I know this because we were taught all about it in Science class, and I volunteered to demonstrate that swallowing it or putting it on your skin won’t cause you to melt. The Instructor’s lesson stuck out in my mind because, in the years that followed, the C.R. program became synonymous with some of the reasons many people are still critical of the value of NIS.

The critics say that it overly sexualizes the Program and reduces its focus on body acceptance. Miss Collins says that it’s quite the opposite; it strengthens the opposition to body shaming by including kink-shaming as a no-no. When I was growing up, girls who would swallow were considered “sluts”.

They still are, but now it’s widely accepted that slut is a choice, and most girls proudly consider themselves slutty when they want to be. That has a lot to do with the influence of the NIS Program and younger generations.

Dewey frequently came in our mouths at home, but this was the first time he had ever made this request of us. Reese still hadn’t dared to do it at school. Most boys don’t even shoot their load during a request.

There are always some who prematurely ejaculate even when we aren’t touching their cocks. Some intentionally ejaculate and aim for us. Others have pre-cum dripping from their cocks and don’t notice a little dribble. Some female students get very wet and drip pussy juice on our feet or faces during a request. It’s usually done by accident. Brunna is one of those who gets incredibly juicy and I am pretty sure when she squirts on me, it’s no accident.

My daughter and I were initially advised when that happens during a request to get a tissue or allow the student to get a tissue, wipe it off and deposit it into one of the designated bins to dispose of cum. The only thing being a C.R. was meant to do was to demonstrate it’s not “icky” to wipe it up with our finger and swallow it.

We weren’t told we had to get down on our hands and knees and lap it up with our tongue. We weren’t told we had to open our mouths and let them cum on our tongues. Julie consented to that and chooses to go that extra step just like Tiffany’s mother did. Ms. Collins might do something like that on special request, but Julie makes me lap it up even if we find a wad of random cum that someone left in the hallway.

“We really have to get to class, Sir,” Julie smiled. My daughter and I were both designated cum-receptacles, which meant people could jerk off on us or in our mouths, and we had to wipe up their cum if it fell on a surface or the floor as long as it was possible. Eating cum was the highest level of consent we could accept at the high school level, and I used to think it was very extreme, but now I couldn’t wait for someone to jerk off on me or in my mouth.

I thought Julie might actually refuse for once. She seemed reluctant, and she had a legitimate excuse. We don’t have to perform requests if she could be late for class. Most instructors are very lenient about Program members as long as we don’t abuse it if we come in a little late for class because they understand we may have been wrapping up a request. It was still in Julie’s span of control to go to class and refuse.

Instead, she pulled her hair back into a pony tail, which is the universal sign she is going to go give someone head. Julie knelt patiently in the middle of the school hallway, opened her mouth wide, and presented her tongue to her little brother without further argument.

I was so proud of my daughter for choosing to be an obedient little cum slut.

“That’s your sister!” Dewey’s friend was fascinated that she’d eat her brother’s cum. I had never seen Dewey or Reese ghost us at school before.

“I am a cum receptacle, and it’s just semen. I love the taste,” Julie shrugged that it was no big deal. Incest was still a very novel concept to many, and that’s why it was often so appealing to students who hadn’t personally experienced it to request my daughter and French kiss or give each other Triple Lemonade. Ms. Collins fully approved of normalizing it because there was such a stigma.

“As long as you aren’t making babies, and you consent, what’s the harm?” Ms. Collins had once told us when she discussed consensual incest relationships as part of Workshop.

Dewey’s friend was fascinated that his sister was going to eat Dewey’s jizz. He watched my son jerk his tiny dick into his sister’s mouth and shoot his load on her tongue. He wiped part of his dick on her lip at the end. He was used to her sucking his cock. Technically, a cock touching our mouths was a big no-no at school. We aren’t really supposed to let guys jerk off in our mouths, either. The rule is that IF it happens, then we eat it. Tiffany’s mother had been bending the rule for months and encouraging it to happen. She eagerly awaits, holds her mouth open like a hungry Pelican waiting for a fisherman to toss bits of the fish they just cleaned off the Marina into her cum gobbling mouth.

I’ve been trying to use her as a role model, but her daughter hates it when we copy her. I think that’s one of the reasons Julie copies her mother as well – just to piss off her friend Tiffany. We do it as well, even though technically, we don’t have to and could get in trouble if an administrator happened by and decided we were going too far.

It’s a very unofficially official choice that every human Cum Receptacle gets to make, at least in Arkansas. I’ve been told that in other states, the NIS Council has strict rules against this sort of thing. It’s basically just boys jerking off into our mouths as long as their dicks don’t touch our lips or the insides of our mouths.

If we gave actual blowjobs, even in the bathroom or somewhere private anywhere on school grounds, word would get around school, and not only would Julie get suspended but we’d probably get kicked out of the Program. There are certain things Ms. Collins can’t overlook because of State Regulations.

The conservative critics of the Program would have a lot of ammunition to cut funding and shut the Program down when a Program member gets caught doing something like that. Ironically, clothed teachers who aren’t in the Program are frequently in the news for inappropriate student sexual relationships and no one blames the public schools themselves when that happens like they would the NIS Program.

Julie licked her lips, smiled, and took me to the workshop, leaving Dewey’s friend awe-struck.

In workshop, we learned more advanced forms of discipline, bondage, and human sexuality. Today’s lesson was related to crawling and puppy play. It seemed like an old hat to me. Jen taught us to wiggle our asses and be playful. She also taught us the techniques they judge dogs on in the Westminster show.

“Your competition before Winter Break is intended to dehumanize you into solely into a Breeder. Extreme physical exertion isn’t healthy for the baby, so you’ll be judged on three events. One is related to how flexible you can be. You’ll be practicing more Yoga.”

“Great, I get to become a Pretzel to show off my turd cutter and let people shine a flashlight into my bat cave so they can see what I had for dinner,” Crystal joked.

“Exactly,” Jen nodded without laughing at the joke. “The second is Puppy Play. Human-Animal Fetishes are very popular, but it is not well accepted by people who don’t have any exposure to it. It’s fun to be a puppy. You can be cute and cuddly, playful and excited. Dogs are man’s best friend, but they are not their equal. I’ll teach you how to speed crawl so that you don’t kill your knees. We’ll focus on the techniques by which they judge canines at the Westminster Kennel Club. You’ll learn to look to the one who is holding your leash for guidance and not anticipate but react to your instructions.”

“Wait, are we going to have to fuck dogs too?” Crabby asked with the sincerity of someone who had some experience with it.

“You won’t be fucking dogs, Crabby,” Miss Collins clarified before continuing. “Lastly, you will be judged again by how far you can stretch your holes. You called it a bat cave. As you prepare for birth, we will be pre-maturely teaching you to gape and prolapse your assholes. We will judge by how much you can fit in your pussy, asshole, and mouth. We will also judge you by how long you can hold a two-gallon enema. You will need to demonstrate mastery of deep throating and insertions, and you will begin fisting your asshole. You will also be judged on how much milk you can produce.”

“Two gallons?” Thelma complained. The thin black girl had sprouted a very large tummy. Her head was shaved entirely as well. James didn’t explain why he did that to his sister. It looked like it would be very humiliating. When my pussy was shaved at the start of the Program, I thought people were going to laugh at my bald cunt. Many did, but mostly because of how stretched out it became later.

If my head were shaved bald, I’d lose even the sense of being a woman. I kept my hair short, but it still made me feel feminine. I felt sorry for Thelma.

“How much water can I do now, James?”

“I don’t keep track, I just stop when your ass is full and it starts to run out of your shit hole!” James replied. “It’s nasty, bitch!”

Jen also gave us our largest butt plug yet to practice with before the competition. She advised us to make sure we lubed it up. It was a monster. I’d had big dicks in my ass before, so I was able to handle it, but it couldn’t just be rammed in. I had to work this into my butt. I was positive it would stretch my asshole out even more.

Thoughts of Laura scolding me because my gaping asshole didn’t close ran through my mind, and my face twitched.

“It won’t be that bad, Piggy. You have been training your ass well since the start of the Program. You’ll get used to it,” Ms. Collins assured me. I wasn’t concerned about that, only my sister mocking me for allowing my asshole to be permanently stretched even wider.

When I looked at Crystal, I saw a total whore. She had floppy tits, big piercings that stretched and elongated her nipples. She had a saggy pussy with wrinkled pussy lips and a huge, dark circular asshole that never closed, even wider and more disgusting than mine. She had erotic tattoos with captions like “Cum Deposit” and “Whore”. There was no way to look at her in the nude and think she was feminine, natural, sweet or innocent. Crabby truly looked like a sex clown that was a parody of oversized women’s sex organs designed to ridicule. She wasn’t beautiful or sexy. She was kind of beastly, and it turned me on to think I’d probably end up like that as long as I had Jim.

Julie would move away, and hopefully, Laura would as well. I just wanted to live like Crabby without my family hating me and seeking revenge against me like Crabby’s family. I felt like Laura had good reason to hate me, and maybe that’s why I feared her so much.

I didn’t have any breast piercings and only a few tattoos of flowers. However, I felt like a sex beast, too, with huge tits, sprouting pregnant belly, and a massive butt. People called me “chunky” and said I had “meat on my bones,” but I felt fat like a bimbo and a dumb fat ass.

Toward the end of the two-hour workshop, Jen demonstrated what the new butt plugs could be used for. “You Breeders get to sit and spin,” she said as she seated one in her own beautiful butt for demonstration. It was even difficult for Ms. Collins to insert. She told us this new plug would stretch us but also build muscle to make it more enjoyable to have anal sex with us.

“You’ll feel this for a while even after you leave the Program, but your assholes will eventually return to their original size as long as you stop training them.”

I didn’t want mine to be shrunk back to how it was when it was tight; I just hated the idea that Laura knew that I was such a nasty whore, and could smell the dirty gas emanating from my shit hole. If I had to fart, there was no holding it in. It was probably like a constant and slow gassy fog back there, and the disgusting feel of being so filthy turned me and made me squirt pussy juice down my thighs.

I could imagine licking Crabby’s asshole while it was in the same state as mine and how proud Jim would be until Laura chided him for watching.

Ms. Collins brought over what appeared to be a stool on wheels, with a single stainless pole standing up in the center. There was no seat. Crystal crowed her laughter when she realized we were supposed to sit down on it. “If anyone ever tells you that something is a pain in the ass, tell them it can’t be any worse than being a Breeder!”

“If you have been keeping up with your anal training, It really won’t be that bad, I am sure you will manage, Crabby” Ms. Collins straddled it, sat down, and hooked the base of her butt plug into the grooves on the top of the stool.

“Pussy on wheels!” Crystal laughed. I wished she’d stop commenting because I was curious what the point of this contraption was.

“In the coming weeks, you’ll be on these when you visit classrooms,” Ms. Collins lifted her legs and spread them so that we could see fully inside the deep recesses of her pussy. “Each class will have an opportunity to touch your tummy and hear the baby kicking, and obviously look or touch you.”

“Now you know why we’ve required so many stretching exercises. It’s not just to make it easier to Breed you and easily give birth to the baby without the risk of a shallow birth canal. We’ve also required you to stretch your assholes for three important reasons. The first and most obvious was that it makes it easier for students who are curious about that part of your anatomy to have a good look and for you to endure the constant probing by fingers and thumbs. Many of the standard NIS Programs don’t require or even permit anal penetration in school to satisfy requests.”

That seemed silly. I’ve been making “Fudge” requests almost since day one, and it is now part of my daily routine.

“We introduced regular enemas to keep this part of your body clean and free of fecal matter as much as possible in order to avoid contaminating others with poopy fingers, and now that you see how you will be sitting, it should be obvious what would happen if your bowels were full and you stood up after being seated on this,” Jen got up and demonstrated how the thick pole was relatively clean with the exception of a little smear.

“You will be lubing up regularly because even with the stretching exercises, your asses weren’t meant to slide up and down on this pole as frequently,” Jen said.

Crabby laughed, saying that spit had always worked fine for her, but Ms. Collins only frowned and continued with the second explanation.

“We trained you to stretch out your assholes as part of your regular training in the workshop and at home because part of this experience was meant to simulate an intimate power exchange relationship for some of you that has felt more authentic than others. We have been normalizing ass-play all year as part of this year’s NIS Academic curriculum. Anal sex, butt plugs, even fingers in the ass, can be painful, so before students decide to do something like fist themselves or another person, you have been used to demonstrate how a submissive might train their ass for their dominant.”

“Shit, I thought James just likes to play with my doo-doo hole,” Thelma shouted. James jerked her collar and smacked her butt to shut her up.

“The last reason should be obvious; you will be mounted on these rolling stools with advanced medical diagnostics that can provide your physician with detailed information about you and your baby before and during childbirth. You’ll be sitting on them in this class daily to provide detailed data for medical purposes. You will also be sent to classrooms where students may have full access to touch, stretch and open your pussies to look inside you for educational purposes. There are many stigmas and myths about pregnant women and whether someone could see their ovaries or the baby if they could look inside or how delicate their bodies are. Sex with pregnant women can be perfectly healthy as long as it is practiced safely.”

No one made wisecracks. I believe most of us were intimidated by the stools and what they were intended for. “You will need to get yourself mounted at least six inches on the pole so that you can be spun around at any angle. Piggy, come up here and demonstrate, please.”

I bit my lip nervously and stepped forward because Ms. Collins volunteered me. She centered me over the pole and spread a copious amount of cold jelly around and inside my asshole, squirting the bottle inside me and around my sphincter. She returned it to a small compartment inside the stool.

“Trainers, always apply a very generous amount of lube to your Breeder each and every time you instruct them to sit on the stool,” Jen said before telling me to hold my ass cheeks apart and let everyone come up to watch.

“Piggy has obviously done a great job of training her asshole; I can fist her easily without lube,” Ms. Collins reached into my asshole and pushed her fist in without resistance to the wrist. “This is ideal because the wider your hole, the easier and less painful it will be to sit down fully,” Jen instructed me delicately sit on the stool, and it felt like I was going to fall down the entire shaft. However, it slowly widens until, eventually, you can’t fall anymore. “You feel full in your bowels, don’t you, Piggy?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Don’t impale yourselves and fuck yourselves down, slide down gradually like this, or you may hurt your internal organs; any questions?”

“Yes, Ms. Collins,” Astrid spoke up. The Swedish girl asked, “If my sister’s asshole gets this wide, will her poops just fall out onto the carpet?” It seemed Astrid might be joking. She and her family had such a deadpan sense of humor it was hard to tell. I wondered if she knew her mother fucked dogs yet.

“I am worried that Cookie is going to hurt herself on the stool because you’ve clearly not been practicing as much as possible, and it shows, Astrid. I think you should worry about that.”

“It’s that Cookie’s asshole is so tight, Miss Collins. We try and try, but it snaps back like a rubber band,” Astrid explained.

“I can assure you that a few nights training like Piggy, Crabby or C.R. would prepare your sister. See if one of them will let you stay over and train Cookie like they do their mothers,” She advised.

I felt like I had to fart so bad, but I couldn’t.

Ms. Collins stepped on one of two pedals at the base of the stool, and I began to spin slowly. She stepped on the other one, and the pole I was mounted on began to swivel so that my legs could be lifted off the ground. “This stool will allow your Breeder to be lifted so that students may look down and observe. As long as they give birth during school hours, we’ll be delivering them in front of the student body on this stool.”

I felt so exposed, but no actual pain.

Ms. Collins left me on the stool to get used to it but planned for all the Breeders to take a turn.

“In addition, these smaller posts can be mounted in the classrooms about six inches off the ground and in your homes. They have health monitors that do more than your neck collars and are focused on your baby’s health as well as your own. The poles consist of stainless-steel tubing. Your new butt plugs will lock in place, and you’ll be sitting this way in class for the rest of the year. This will allow students greater visibility into their bodies and continue to train their anal cavities. As your weight increases due to pregnancy, you will find it increasingly difficult to balance in a squatting position without assistance, and this will prevent you from falling over.”

“Weebles Wobble, but they don’t fall over,” Crabby quoted an old commercial I remember hearing as a kid. I was instantly reminded of Laura staying with us, and how she would definitely not approve of me in the house on one of these poles.

“You will become heavier and naturally slide down further to the ground as the pregnancy continues to term. They can be easily detached but provide the best support when you can bolt them down. You’ll have one to take home with you as well. We expect your Trainers to continue to require you to use your bowling pin to stretch your birth canal out but transition to having you sit on the pole anytime you are able.”

Jen explained we’d probably spend on average 6-9 hours a day on the poles daily, and there was a calibration meter inside that could monitor our body weight, temperature, baby’s health, and how long we’d been on the pole in a day, and for a single session. “It can even tell us if you’ve lubed up or sat down on it dry. Any other questions?”

“What if we have to be outside in a cage, Ma’am?” I asked.

“Are you asking for Crabby or for you, Piggy?” Ms. Collins asked.

“Myself, Ma’am; now that my sister has moved in with us temporarily, she is disgusted by my behavior at home and has asked my husband to move me outside whenever possible. She may disapprove of me sitting on this pole at home in front of her and her son and daughter. Laura would call it obscene wriggling,” I quoted something my sister said recently to Dewey when she caught him making me fuck my ass with a dildo in the living room.”

“It is certainly possible to stand this up inside of a cage. There is a very adhesive grip made of a special polymer at the bottom designed to be used over and over,” Ms. Collins demonstrated how to place it on the tile by pressing a button that activated the material with a small electric charge and caused it to adhere better than super glue. She pressed another button, and the pole could easily be picked up. These days, there are so many excellent polymers that can be activated to generate a unique chemical property and then turned off to revert to a typical rubbery surface. People could even cook food with a different polymer by pressing a button like the one on the base of this. “Your sister may have to learn to accept that you consented to this Program as opposed to asking for an exception to allow you to avoid the expectations. The surface of the cage may not be conducive to the polymer, so you may have to come inside to a tiled surface.”

“Would the sidewalk outside work, Ms. Collins?” Julie asked for me.

“Certainly, although I can’t imagine why you would sit your mother on the sidewalk in front of your house. It may be easier to ask your Aunt to allow you to put your mother in the bathroom out of the way. We expect her to be seated for at least 3-4 hours a night. If the cage is too small for your mother to squat, she may have to knee forward.”

“How is that?” Julie asked.

Miss Collins asked James to help her demonstrate. She got on all fours, lubed up one of the huge butt plugs we had to wear, stuck it in her ass, and then encouraged James to really pack that spike in her ass. Miss Collins grunted; her pussy leaked a little, and she clearly had a small orgasm in front of the class.

“It’s normal if you like anal play and are a size queen like me to have an orgasm, I am sure you have all had them for a variety of reasons,” Jen recovered quickly and acted like that was perfectly normal. She demonstrated how the pole could stick out of her ass length wise, while she kneeled on all fours and faced forward, low to the ground.

She let the Breeders try each one of the new contraptions before dismissing us – some of the other girls howled in pain, but Crabby and C.R. were tough like me and C.R. insisted on minimal lube just to demonstrate she could take it.

Tiffany’s mom was so hyper-competitive that she even fucked herself down on the pole a little lower so she could be the one Breeder who could take more of it up her ass than any of the rest of us.

I loved it, it was painful, humiliating, stretched my asshole and pussy even wider, and made me squirt pussy juice uncontrollably. My only worry was that Laura would disapprove. It felt like I was basically getting fucked in the ass in class right in front of everyone.

There is a locking mechanism on our new butt plug that I am calling the “Daddy Whopper”. If Julie twists it once it’s deep in my ass, it’s tough (I am not sure it is even possible) to get it back out without untwisting it. It attaches to the weighted metal spike through an electro-magnet or some funky polymer, and it’s not possible to stand up until someone flips a safety switch on the base of the plug.