Chapter 79

Reese looked at the ground and didn’t deny he fucked his cousin Erica, when Laura confronted him.

“I should have known Piggy and her little whore would influence Erica. I hope you are happy, Reese! I whacked off all of Erica’s pretty little hair and then put her in one of those delightful chastity belts. Unlike these two whores that like to show off their body, Erica will wear full sweaters and baggy pants! No more skirts, no more halter tops!” My sister insisted.

Erica pouted – she was bald, but fully dressed. I felt no sympathy for her. I felt since she was a female that she should have to be naked for the amusement of others. No one asked me my opinion though.

Julie’s eyes were tearing up as she writhed on the dildo.

“Why does dildo pocket not have her chastity belt on?” Reese demanded.

“The little harlot convinced your father to Play pop the Booty with her. Then she said Banana so her father would put her on this wonderful little device. I guess she was horny and bored.”

“Dad and I won, and the consequences were that Hot Pocket had to take 30 shocks at setting three.”

“It was all a ruse to get her chastity belt off so that she could bat her little eyelashess at her father. I should shave off her eyebrows and puck out your eyelashes, so she can’t even use those to tempt Jim!”

“How many more, Mommy?” Julie was woozy and leaning back and forth – worn out by the treatment.

“You aren’t keeping track? I would think even a dumb twat like you could count,” Laura said. “Let’s call it 17 more since I wasn’t paying attention.”

She shocked Jule again, and my daughter writhed in agony, and her titties began to shake uncontrollably as her body rocked.

“Fourteen, Ma’am,” Julie counted out the number of shocks she had been giving.

“What setting is it on?” Dewey asked.

“You talk to me like we are equals, boy. You may do that with the other women of the house, but I am not your equal. I am an adult! I left the settings where they were.”

Dewey saw that it was on four. He turned it down to three and then went to wake his father. Laura continued to zap her as I stood there.

“You are lucky, Piggy! You should share your daughter’s fate for being such a terrible role model!”

If it wasn’t for the baby, I would have agreed to be shocked in my daughter’s place. I wept a little.

Jim was naked when he came walking out with Dewey. He seemed tired. I knew that look. He had recently shot his load and wanted to nap. “What?” Jim asked. He ignored Julie’s groans as she swayed on the dildo chair.

Dewey quickly described the situation.

“Yes, Dewey. Your Aunt can punish her, just like you can. You’d do it as well.”

“She had the settings on four!”

“Yeah, I set it there. What’s the big deal?” Jim walked over to the chair. He made Julie slide off of it. Her pussy was red and sore. He grabbed the dildo and flicked the switch. He winced in pain but let the electricity pass through him.

“It’s probably different if it was going up your ass, Dad,” Dewey said.

“It’s not in her ass. It’s in Dog Pocket’s cunt,” Jim said.

“Don’t you bear some responsibility for fucking Julie?” Dewey asked.

“What are you talking about?”

“Aunt Laura found out Cunt Pocket had sex with you, that’s why she is torturing her.”

Jim looked at Laura with confusion. “I thought this was because of what she did with Erica and Tim earlier?”

“I am not torturing Cu ... Julie ... she’s being punished for being a little minx,” Laura said, adding that today’s punishment was for both seducing Jim. and corrupting her kids. It sounded like Julie may have done a lot more with Erica than just eating her pussy.

“I told you that I was going to fuck Julie tonight, and you said I could do what I wanted,” Jim was confused. He wasn’t used to a woman tells him he could do whatever he wanted and doesn’t really mean it. I half grinned – that’s new for Jim.

“I didn’t mean you should do it,” Laura admitted. “You shouldn’t put your dick in Julie or Piggy – it’s incest with Julie and Piggy is just a disgusting whore.”

“Laura, we’ve had this discussion. I was honest with you. I really like you, but my family likes to fuck and play with each other. You enjoyed whipping your niece tonight during Pop Your Booty. Is that incest?”

I was shocked to hear that Laura had played Pop the Booty with Julie. I was caged and not permitted to watch.

“I’m not opposed to you whipping Slut Pocket at all, Jim. It’s absurd that I have to call her by that name, but I am not even opposed to that. I am opposed to you and your sons having sex with her. Reese tried to have sex with his cousin, and Julie was licking her bottom when I caught them.”

Erica turned beet red. Tim smiled and looked away from his Mother.

“It’s not funny, Tim Kolchins!” she insisted.

“I agree that they should not have done that, but from what I saw, it seemed that Erica was not being forced,” Jim said.

“Jimmy-bear? Can we have this conversation in private?” she asked politely and told my daughter she could get off the chair.

“If you would like, one of my brothers could shock me while you are gone,” Julie offered as she rubbed her sore pussy.

“No, you are done up there for now,” Jim said. He took Laura into the back room without acknowledging my arrival, and they had a discussion.

Julie stepped down and rubbed her pussy and asked for permission to have some water. The boys granted it, and Julie was an outstanding sport about drinking it while squatting. I felt so bad for her.

“It really wasn’t that bad, Piggy. You’d love it. It’s horrible, and if the shock is steady, your entire body will rock. You’ll think you are going to pass out, but just as you think you can’t stand it, the switch cuts off. It’s brutal,” Julie sounded like she just got off a thrill coaster.

“Julie took was shocked for over an hour as a consequence of saying Banana!”

“Yeah, you guys promised me setting three! Setting four is harsh as fuck,” Julie smiled as she recovered from her stupor, sweating, worn out, anguish still on her face – but she remained stoically upbeat about accepting whatever her father could throw at her.

Erica walked over to us and said that she was sorry that she got Julie in trouble. I noticed she didn’t apologize to Reese, and that was probably because he wasn’t in trouble.

“It’s okay; your mom is suppressing your rights to sexual expression. You are of age to consent, and you were curious. I am just sorry all of this happened to you.”

“Don’t be, my mom did this before. Why do you think our dad left? She got really jealous of me and thought I was trying to seduce my father. She won’t let me date, and that’s why she home-schools us.”

“That’s terrible!”

Tim walked in and explained that they begged to go to high school. “Once my Mom saw you guys, there wasn’t a chance of that. She said it was like Sodom and Gomorrah in schools these days. That’s kind of why we’ve been so standoffish. We thought we might get to finally go to public school if our mom got a job and she couldn’t stay home with us.”

Reese and Dewey said they were sorry.

“My mom loves us; she is just really overprotective,” Tim said.

Erica pulled down her sweats and revealed her chastity belt. She said that was an understatement. “I would love to go naked around. I don’t think I’d like to perform reasonable requests,” she said before adding unless it was for a cute boy. I didn’t preach to her that she doesn’t get to pick and choose or call her a giggly little twat who wants to do requests only when it suits her. I thought it about her - but I didn’t say it.

I started cleaning up the mess in the kitchen while we waited for Jim and Laura. They eventually came out of the bedroom. My husband was wearing shorts and a tank top.

Jim said that Laura was sorry for punishing Julie so hard, but I didn’t hear Laura echo that or even nod in agreement. “In the future, setting 3 and no more than 30 shocks,” Jim said. He reiterated that I was not to be shocked. “You can put her on the dildo and turn on the goat milker for an hour, but I don’t know if Piggy will see that as a punishment.”

I smiled and blushed.

“Why don’t you two have your chastity belts on?” Laura asked. We put ours back on, and Jim spanked us for not doing it fast enough. “Laura is going to be here for a while, so you both better learn to respect her. I know she is strict, but that’s what you two wanted, isn’t it?” he asked as he swatted my ass. I nodded and agreed with him.

After he finished punishing me, he asked me privately how it was at Helena and Rolf’s house.

“I am a dog fucker now, Daddy,” I smiled at him. I hoped he’d be okay with that.

“How many times?”

“I think five?” I said.

Jim whistled and nodded. “I didn’t think you’d go that far, Piggy. You truly are a pig, you know that?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Helena is very freaky! She did it with you?”

“Most of the time!”

“They wanted their dogs to fuck you the night I was there. I told her to just let them roam in the kitchen, and if you wanted them to mount you, you’d find a way. You freaked out, so I assumed you wouldn’t do it. Do you want to fuck more dogs?”

“If it amuses you?”

“I loved the pictures! I had to hide them from Laura, though. She checks my phone now.”

“Do you love her?”

“No, but I like her. No offense, Piggy, but she reminds me of how you were; you were more like a wife. I kind of like you as a pet. I am just worried she doesn’t want you and Ham Pocket in my life. That’s never going to happen.”

“Thank you, Jim!”

“It’s Master or Daddy from now on,” he said as he kissed me on the lips without tongue and returned to his bedroom.

December 24th, Tuesday 2047 –Christmas Eve

We had a cold winter in Arkansas that December, and it was frosty outside. Jim liked to say it was “Colder than a witch’s nipple. “Obviously, my daughter and I had very frosty butts over the winter, and we had to adjust to being naked while outdoors.

We were on Christmas break. We had been working most nights at the Gibbons house, and every now and then, Reese and Dewey would take us down to Wright Avenue just for a change of pace. We had earned quite a bit of money, and that meant Jim could afford to get some lovely Christmas presents for all of us.

He and Laura were still together. She was very scornful towards me and my daughter. She also distrusted her own daughter.

We decorated the house for Christmas to my sister’s specifications. She wanted a Disney theme, although I think she was the only one who liked that. Jim went out and bought all the new yard lights and decorations because she had asked for them with the money that we had earned.

We weren’t close to the amount of money that Julie needed to buy her freedom from her father, but I think she was happy just to have a goal. She thrived under discipline, and once she got used to the electric shocks, she usually spent at least 30 minutes up there being roasted each night by Laura for some real or imagined transgression that she committed.

My sister had to get more creative with ways to punish me. She began making the boys pump leftovers into my ass, let me push it back out onto the floor, and eat it for almost every meal. She said that it was disgusting, but she wanted her daughter to see what she’d end up like if she followed in my footsteps. I think Laura just enjoyed humiliating me.

Our hair was starting to grow back, and that made my head itch constantly.

Dewey and Reese decided to decorate ME for Christmas. They made me stand where the tree was supposed to be and began to wrap me with tinsel, lights and hang ornamental balls from my tits. I didn’t mind that they stuck the little pins into my flesh. It hurt, but it amused them, and I wasn’t bleeding. They set up a toy train track around my feet, bound me up tightly, and left me like a Christmas Tree.

Laura thought it was blasphemy, but Jim loved it. He decided all the presents for my parents and brothers would be placed at my feet.

My parents arrived at about 1pm. I had been bound for a few hours against a pole as a human Christmas Tree when they arrived.

My mom was fully dressed in a coat and pants when she arrived, but my father was naked with only his cock cage and a small pink collar. It looked like the rubber kind that a cat would wear.

My brothers were also dressed warmly.

They had a great laugh when they walked in and saw that I was the tree!

“Oh, I am so glad it’s warm in here!” My mom shivered herself for a moment and then quickly began to undress.

Laura came out of Jim’s bedroom to greet them. She was fully dressed. “Mom, do you mind not stripping this Christmas? Can we just have a normal Christmas?”

“Honey, your sister is the Christmas Tree. How can normal can it really be?” she said as she pressed her bare boobs against Laura’s sweater and hugged her. Then she asked where her grandkids were.

Dewey was nude, with his cock cage on. He ran out to hug her and his grandfather and then shook hands with his brothers.

Reese came out naked as well. He tried to shake hands with his grandparents, but they insisted on a hug. Reese pointed down to his boner.

“Oh, I don’t care about that! Give me a hug! I wish your Grandpa had one that big!” Betty laughed. Laura rolled her eyes.

Julie came out next. She had a banana in her asshole and the words “FART POCKET” written on her head in marker. MY sons had obviously been playing with her because her bald pussy was red. She hugged her grandparents and uncles.

Tim and Erica came out next. Much to my surprise, they were both naked. Erica still had on her chastity belt, but she was showing off her budding breasts. Tim had a half-boner and very hairy gold-colored pubic hair.

“You march back in there and put some clothes on,” Laura insisted. They were already hugging their grandparents.

I’d never seen Tim or Erica defy their Mother this way before.

“Pish-Tosh,” My mom dismissed Laura’s concerns and said that Grandma has a veto power. “Let them be naked! What’s the big deal? Everyone is doing it these days!” she said.

“Not my kids!” Laura said.

“I hate to break it to you, baby,” My mom said as she pointed to the two of them and said that they already were. “They don’t have anything that we haven’t seen before,” My mom said as she admired them and told them she missed them. “What did you do to your hair, Erica? It looks like you lost a bet or got run over by a lawnmower.”

“My mom did it because she caught me doing nasty stuff with Reese and Fart Pocket,” Erica sounded so cute when she spoke with her baby voice and lisp and said, “fart pocket.” Laura hated it when she didn’t call Julie “Ham Pocket.” However, almost no one in the house called her Ham Pocket any longer. It was always some other derivation.

My brothers found the name amusing, and so did my father. However, my mom got serious. “It’s totally normal for a girl her age to be curious. You were curious at her age.”

“I didn’t want her to make the same mistakes I made! I don’t want to take motherly advice from a woman that walks around naked bragging about how many black men she can bed.”

“I try to stay out of your life and your decisions, Laura. However, I will not stay out of my granddaughter’s life!” she hugged Erica.

Tim tried to shake his grandfather’s hand, and my dad gave him a big hug anyway.

Jim came out of his room last. He was dressed, and I think he expected everyone else to be wearing clothes. He looked at Laura and then at my parents and Tim and Erica. “Goddamn, I feel overdressed, let’s get this Christmas Party started,” he laughed as he stripped. He told Dewey to start up the Christmas Music.

He told me to start passing around the booze and making sure everyone had enough to drink. We had eggnog this year, and we mixed it with Southern Comfort. We also had the non-alcoholic for the teenagers, but I think they got into the Southern Comfort, too.

In a few hours, my brothers had their clothes off, and I was bringing around food and snacks on a tray. Julie was as well.

Laura was the only one who wasn’t nude, and she was fuming. That didn’t stop her from eating the Cheese Roll and the other snacks.

“What is this thing?” My mom patted the torture chair I got for my birthday and examined it. I told her what it was.

“Can I hope a ride?” she asked.

I told her she had to ask Jim.

“I am not asking Jim; I am just being polite,” My mom dismissed my concerns, pulled herself up on the chair, and sat down on the dildo. “Is this all it does?” she said as she tried to ride it like it was a galloping horse.

Jim came behind her and popped out the butt plug extender.

“Oh my,” my mom laughed and lowered her asshole on it.

Jim said it had a milker, a tens-unit, and a shocker.

“Fire it up; let’s see what this baby can do,” my mom seemed thrilled.

Jim warned her it was going to be a bumpy ride. He attached the tens unit, and my mom said that was pussy shit. “Ehnnnt, next! Give me something fun, or I am getting off.”

Jim shocked her with the dildo at level one.

“Hardly seems worth getting up here,” She shrugged.

Jim gave her a three shock after letting it charge up and reset.

“Ooh, now that will put hair on your chest!”

Everyone came over and watched my Mother writhe a little after spasming for a few seconds.

“Is that the highest it goes?”

“That’s a three; it goes to ten.”

“Let’s try a five,” my mom said with a churlish grin.

She looked baked as she spasmed, and her big tits flopped around on her chest while the current shot through her.

“Ooh, I almost went blind; okay, one more time!”

“On five?” Jim asked.

“Yeah! Why not?” she asked. My mom was so adventurous. I was envious of that.

She was impatient, though, and humped herself a few times while we waited for the reset button. “Takes too long between shocks! I am losing the mood.”

Jim shocked her again, and my mom shook her head back and forth while drooling a little and spasming. “Wooh!!! Oh my!! That will warm you up on Christmas Morning!! Damn!” my mom got off of it and left her pussy juices on it.

“Clean it up, Piggy!” Jim said.

I started to lick my mom’s juices off the dildo.

“You can just wipe it off,” my mom suggested. I did it anyway, and she was impressed. I licked the butt plug as well. It tasted very earthy.

“Nasty girl,” My mom seemed proud of me. “I’d like to take her home with me!”

Julie said, “Actually, I wanted to give you my mom for Christmas. You can have her for three days!”

“What?” My mom said she was only joking.

“I am not allowed to have any money of my own, and I owe a ton to my dad for quitting the male-led house for a little while anyway. I can give you my mom for three days. She’ll serve you as long as you bring her back.”

“I may not want to bring Piggy home,” my mom was so pleased with the gift. She couldn’t believe it. She asked me if I minded.

“I am VERY flattered that you want me to serve you, Mommy.”

“Oh, don’t call me that. Call me Betty or Mom,” my mom winced in disgust.

My parents toured the house and noted my cage was in the bedroom. They were disgusted with how Laura made me eat but laughed anyway. We laughed that evening, and I spent the night sleeping with my father and Mother on their R.V. in their bed.

My mom spanked me and told me that if she knew how wicked I was, she would have tied me up at home and spanked me in front of my brothers. My brothers watched me get spanked on Christmas morning. That was my mom’s Christmas present to me.

Jim gave my sister a very expensive diamond bracelet. My mom said that was bullshit and he shouldn’t do that.

“You are being cruel to Piggy!” Mom complained. I didn’t mind it that much. It was Jim’s money to do with as he pleased. I wouldn’t have even been permitted to wear the bracelet.

“I don’t mind, Mom. He’s the man of the house, and I have no say in how the money is spent. I wouldn’t have any use for jewelry.”

My mom acquiesced and sat down.

Laura rubbed my face in it by pointing out she was wearing some of my earrings and other jewelry. I told her that I had no use for those either, and as long as Jim wanted her to have them, it was better they got some use.

“There is one thing of yours that I want,” Laura said rather ominously. I had no material possessions, and I told her that wasn’t up to me.

“Good, give me your wedding band,” she pointed to the simple gold band that I had worn on my finger this entire time. It was worn down from scrubbing floors for years. It wasn’t worth much, and it had been a comfort to me while I was degrading and humiliating myself to know that I was still married to my husband.

I started to remove it.

My parents, my brothers, my sons, Julie, even Tim and Erica all protested. Jim spoke up and said that I didn’t have to give that to her.

“I don’t mind, Jim. I am your Pet, and my sister is keeping you happy and providing for you in ways a pig like me can’t.”

I placed the ring in my sister’s hand.

“I don’t want to wear it, Sis. I want to get this turned into a piercing so you can have it hanging from your pussy!” Laura smiled sweetly. I hugged her, and she hugged me back.

I served my Mother on the R.V. for three days after that. My mom got me a tattoo of the word “PIGGY” on my ass with a pig snout as a Christmas gift. I ate her out but never had to do more than kick my father in the balls. My mom was kind enough to kick me back just as hard, and I felt less guilty.

Both of my brothers were fine with a BJ and told me that if I had been like this when we were teenagers, they would have done more with me. I was happy to suck their cocks and clean their balls with my tongue.

They watched me eat our Mother out, so I was surprised they didn’t want me to go any further with them. It wasn’t my place to ask, but I did beg to be fucked in the ass because I was impossibly horny while I was with my parents.

My Mother took me to several gang bangs. She found me very useful, as she called me a “fluffer.” She let me suck black guy’s dicks and jerk them to get them hard, but only so they could fuck her. She also let me eat the cum out of her pussy and play with it when they were done with her. I think she would have enjoyed having me around as a pussy licker when I was growing up. I really would never have imagined she’d let me do that - or that I’d want to do it.

My biggest pleasure came from watching men’s faces light up while they watched my Mother cum all over my nose and mouth. They could obviously see the family resemblance. It was too bad Laura probably would never participate in something like this. It would have really blown their minds since all three of us were chesty and looked almost identical.

My mom loved nothing more than getting it up the ass from black guys. I guess that was where I got loving taking it up the ass, myself. She probably fucked at least 45 black men on the three-day weekend (some more than once) - every single one of them stretched her asshole out and treated her like a cum rag.

The weird part was that my Mother insisted on having dignity, and when they degraded her - she’d resist letting it bother her. I assumed men wanted to see us humiliated and thought it was unfair of her to withhold that experience from them.

Most of them didn’t believe I was her daughter even though we looked so much alike. My mom didn’t give a shit and didn’t show them our ID.

Jim loved it when I got home. They had the ring turned into two piercings, and Julie pierced me at home with rubbing alcohol.

Tim and Erica were permitted to run around naked in the house whenever they wanted. Eventually, Erica was allowed to stop wearing her chastity belt, and so were we.

I almost won a few of the competitions, but I never quite beat C.R. that year. She was too committed to winning for me to beat her. Once she was 7 months pregnant, she ballooned up, and she could produce so much milk her titties seemed like an endless faucet that could be milked.

The other Breeders and I were wheeled around from class to class when it came close to the time for me to give birth. They made us sit on the stools and brought us from class to class so people could feel the baby kick and see the sonogram.

I gave birth a week after Thelma had a beautiful baby boy.

2nd Period CALCULUS MONDAY MAY, 11th 2048

Julie was in second-period Calculus class, and she scribbled notes on derivatives. My sister had permitted us to grow back our hair, but it was still short. Ms. Gallison, their Calculus teacher, kept a watchful eye on the classroom. I was about to burst. My tits were swollen, and I knew I’d be having the baby soon. The intent was to give birth at school, where students could observe the process and learn about natural childbirth.

I felt a sudden and intense pressure in my abdomen. I gasped, clutching my belly. My water had broken. The classroom fell silent as every eye turned toward me. Ms. Gallison, always quick to assess a situation, immediately stepped forward. “Piggy, do you need to go to the gymnasium?” she asked, her voice firm but concerned.

I know it sounds absurd to be called Piggy at a time like that. Still, if Ms. Gallisen had addressed me as Brittany, I wouldn’t have remembered my original name and responded to her.

I nodded, unable to speak through the contractions that were now coming fast and strong. Julie, poised and ready, took charge. “Piggy, we need to get you to the gym,” she said, her tone calm and professional. She turned to Ms. Gallison, who gave a curt nod of permission. “Everyone, stay calm. Piggy needs to get to the gymnasium. This is part of the demonstration,” Ms. Gallison announced to the class.

With Julie’s help, I made my way down the hall to the gymnasium. Students whispered and exchanged curious glances as they followed. I couldn’t walk with my hands behind my back. All I could do was clutch my tummy as my pussy dripped in anticipation of childbirth. This was an unusual event, even for an educational demonstration. In the gym, a birthing station had been set up, complete with medical equipment and monitors. The birth would be entirely natural, and that meant no pain pills of any kind. Doctor Randy and the N.I.S. Coordinator, Ms. Collins, were waiting, ready to guide me through the process and explain each step to the observing students.

An announcement went over the intercom that another Breeder was giving birth. Students had the choice to come and observe or remain in class.

I was tied ankle to wrist and spread out so that I could be observed easily by students that were assembled to observe. Only a few could come down at a time to ask questions and participate in the live-birth.

Doctor Randy approached with a reassuring smile. “ Piggy, you’re doing great. Just focus on your breathing,” he said. Ms. Collins addressed the students, her voice clear and informative. “What you’re about to witness is the natural process of childbirth. It’s important to understand the stages and what the Mother goes through.”

Julie stayed by my side, holding my hand and encouraging me through each contraction. “You’re doing amazing, Piggy. Just keep breathing,” she said, her own anxiety masked by her determination to support me. The students watched in awe, some with wide eyes, others taking notes as Doctor Randy explained the dilation process and the progression of labor.

Minutes felt like hours as my labor intensified. Doctor Randy continued his commentary, detailing the crowning of the baby’s head and the importance of timing and patience. Ms. Collins added insights about the role of the support team and the various medical interventions that could be necessary in different situations.

“Excuse me, when can we see the baby’s head?” Hugo asked, his voice breaking the tense silence.

Ms. Collins smiled reassuringly at him before responding. “That’s a great question, Hugo. Right now, Brittany is in the second stage of labor, which involves pushing. When the baby’s head starts to crown, you’ll see it appear at the opening of the birth canal. This can be one of the most intense parts of labor for the Mother.”

My face contorted with effort as I pushed with all my might. The pain was overwhelming, but I focused on my breathing, my grip tightening around Julie’s hand. The students could see the strain on my face and the determination in my eyes. The baby was coming. This was it -cummy blue fluid oozed out of me and dripped down my thighs.

Another student, a sophomore named Maya, raised her hand. “Why is her pussy dripping blue fluid?” she asked, her brow furrowed in confusion as she glanced at the medical equipment around me.

Ms. Collins nodded, appreciating the curiosity. “The blue fluid you’re referring to is called amniotic fluid. It’s what surrounds the baby in the womb, providing a cushion and helping with the baby’s development. When the Mother’s water breaks, that fluid is released, and you’ll often see some of it during the birth process.”