Chapter 2: The Next Morning

When Jimmy opened his eyes he found himself staring up at a peach coloured canopy. He was in the room Aunt Darlene had set aside for him. The sun wasn’t high in the sky yet he could tell but he could see the warmth of day long dawned through his window. How long had he been sleeping? He must have really needed it, He had heard about jet lag and was a bit tired getting off the plane, but he didn’t expect this. He felt his morning wood straining up to feel the softness of satin? Satin? And then he remembered.

Jimmy emerged from his waking dream to find that his hips were undulating as if on instinct. The softness of the material gliding across his genitals only egged on his arousal even more. “What had happened to him?” he asked himself. “Did all boys react this way to wearing girls panties?” Whatever he might have thought of what happened yesterday there was little doubt he was hard now. He glanced around at the door to the bathroom and listened, then at the door to the hall. He was alone. True, they had all seen him naked now or at least most of them had according to his aunt. Still, a little privacy did wonders for fantasizing. He reached for his stiff five inches ... and found he couldn’t move his arms. “The belt!” he recalled, vexed at his predicament. He was still in it!” But more than that, he could feel additional bindings on his elbows and ankles preventing him from turning onto his sides. The more he struggled, the more he felt the soft glide of the material over his cock and balls, on the rounds of ass, over the perky erectness of his nipples. He let out a low more both out of frustration and lust. “What was happening to him?”

“Jasmine’s awake Sis,” Tanya called over her shoulder as she walked through bathroom in as long light green terrycloth robe.

“Is she?” came an answering call from further away.

“Yep, and she’s squirming around trying to get and her lovely stiff clitty,” grinned the wheat blonde teenager before turning to her cousin. “Does little Jasmine have a stiff little clitty this morning? Would she like someone to touch it for her?”

“I’m ... I’m ... Jimmy, not Jasmine,” he protested even as he felt the heat rising from within. Even in the lumpy garment she wore 14 year old could see the outlines of the girl’s curves. She was every bit as attractive as her sister just in a different way.

“Nonsense Jasmine,” she countered grabbing a hand held mirror from the vanity, attaching it to an extending arm he had not spotted behind the headboard, and sitting on the bed next to his bound body. “Look in the mirror and tell me if you see a Jimmy or a Jasmine in there,” she then suggested moving it above his head and placing her hand on the humping lump that was his throbbing pipe. “She looks more like a Jasmine to me, don’t you think so?”

The face staring back at the teenager was not one he recognized. Rather the lips on it were full and red, the blue eyes round and brought to prominence by the shading of the lids, the lengthening of lashes, and the lining of their edges. Only a wisp of freckles sprinkled an otherwise flawless face. Jimmy couldn’t stop staring at the face he saw there as he felt a hand find his length. He watched as the eyes on the face in the mirror lidded slightly in desire and a sigh escaped from the parted lips of the beautiful girl peering back at him matching his own rising lust.

“Such a pretty girl you are, aren’t you Sweetie? Such a pretty girl is my lovely Jasmine,” she murmured pulling back the covers from the twisting body below and reaching through the slit in the front of her restrained cousin’s satin panties. “You’re a pretty girl aren’t you Jasmine?”

“Yes,” the strapped down figure answered robotically unable to tear her eyes away from her own reflection, sighing once more at the touch of her cousin.

“Say it Sweetie,” she prodded, pouring a bit of oil onto her right hand before returning it to the exposed organ.

“Jasmine is a pretty girl,” she intoned sinking her hips further into the mattress to facilitate her flexing.

“Jasmine is a pretty girl who loves it when Tanya plays with her little clitty” the blonde expanded.

“Jasmine is a pretty girl who loves it when Tanya plays with her little clitty” the younger repeated, her thrust falling into rhythm with the pumping palm.

“Yes, yes she does,” the older Markham concurred as her sibling one year younger entered the bedroom and slid cat like onto the mattress opposite her sister, pressing up against the new arrival’s undulating body. Dressed in a satin babydoll herself, she slipped the cherry red strap off of her shoulder and offered a breast to her cousin, using her right hand to gently turn her head towards it. Jasmine’s bright red lips instinctively surrounded her nipple and began suckling even as her eyes continued staring at her own reflection.

“My little girl is thirsty this morning,” Tonya cooed as she felt the first streams of her milk being siphoned from her. Sharing a smile with her sister she dropped her left hand to the greasy stiffness the other had exposed, taking over for the latter. In reply Tanya poured a generous frosting of lubricant over hand and cock before letting her fingers meander further below.

Jasmine swooned slightly at the new touch on her little clitty and moaned when seconds later she felt the piercing of her pussy, reflexively loosening her hips to welcome it. The two hands established a matching pace beckoning her to join them in their mutual motion. As she continued gazing at herself wave upon wave of pleasure lapped at her consciousness, the tide of her arousal gradually rising.

“She certainly is a cutie,” Briar Rawlings judged offhandedly to the others, watching the masturbatory scene upstairs play out on screen while sipping her coffee. “Who did the makeup?”

“That was me,” her younger sister River declared splitting her attention between the large monitor in the kitchen and the youngest Rawlings girl, Clover whose head was rapidly bobbing up and down on the thick nine inch tool of Darlene Markham at the behest of the latter’s hand on her skull.

“You did a nice job Baby,” her mother Sarah Rawlings complimented. “You brought out her eyes quite well, though I might have gone a touch darker on the lipstick.”

“Thanks Mom,” the 25 year old with dark chocolate brown hair smiled digging a spoon into her grapefruit. “When do I need to be around for Jasmine’s physical? Darlene wants me in the peach orchard this morning.”

“We’ll do it in after lunch,” the doctor replied. “I have to go into town anyway. Mirabella wants me to check on Sherry. We can go in together,” she then nodded to her eldest, the 31 year old across from her with longer honey brown locks. She was a lovely creature, her Briar. She was curvier than she was thanks to her Seed Mother Justina Lombardi, though just a little shy of both between the legs.

“Sure,” she agreed. “I have to go outside today. I can drop you off and Clover off on the way but you’ll need to find your own way back. Have you looked at Jasmine’s meds?”

“Darlene showed me last night,” the auburn brown haired physician revealed pushing her glasses up on her nose as she turned once more to the video feed. “Charlene has done a wonderful job getting her started on Seedomil, Erosil, and Ephebifem,” she detailed referring to the pharmaceuticals responsible for increasing the sperm count, sensitizing the skin and feminizing the personality of the bound figure on the monitor. “We’ll ramp up all three of those once we set the implants. I’ll likely swap in Seedomil Industrial now that she is here and we’ll be milking her as often as we can. I’m going to add Milkmade, Bactromin, Uribac, and Fecalmillium,” she further spelled out mentioning the drugs that would induce lactation, increase sperm count with the intake of feces and urine and increase the amount of feces produced relative to intake.”

The Markham woman groaned then and gripped the Asian girl’s head in both hands as the latter began to swallow rapidly.

“Good girl, Clover, good girl,” her mother praised as she watched her friend’s face contort with ecstasy.

“She’s ... so good ... at ... this,” the latter labored to add as she salvoed copious amounts of cum down the 16 year old’s throat.

“Yes, yes she is,” River agreed with some amusement. “That’s her fourth load this morning. She’s full of cream.”

“Well, she is on toilet duty today in the village today,” Briar pointed out indicating the Slut Suit that peeked out from beneath the cutoff t-shirt her youngest sibling she was wearing.

“It’s good for a girl’s growth, serving the community like that,” her mother put forth with approval.

“Speaking of which,” Darlene murmured as she slowly withdrew her limp length from the futagen’s mouth and re-positioned her lips over her urinal port. Holding her tight, she sighed and released a torrent of piss down redhead’s gullet. The woman’s cock, still shiny with spit pushed up against the junior’s forehead, her balls resting easily in her hollows of her eyes, as once more, the teenager began to gulp as he cheeks filled.

“What about topical treatments?” River queried.

“We’ll get that started when we put her under for the procedure,” the clinician informed her middle daughter. “We’ll start her on Sculpifil at first and move on to the Erosculpt Gel depending on her development in other areas. And no more showers if we can avoid them. Baths only with Sensualiust.” The first two were body shaping treatments that had a much rapider onset than standard estrogen treatments while the last was a much more potent version of Erosil that could be diluted in water and still be more effective than the latter.

“Are we using that new hypnotherapy regimen?” the farmer probed having relaxed somewhat as she gently stroked the hair of Clover Rawlings. “I read that paper you gave me that about it and watched the video of the Bergfors woman, their first patient. The Annala girl looks to have something there.”

“All tests indicate that she has improved the technique they currently use with all the girls fresh out of the tank in Libereco on Christening Day,” Sarah noted. “I’ve uploaded our first set of videos into the headset and inserted the audio loop. It should be ready to go for our appointment.”