Chapter 3: Housecall

At 5’6” Ruth Ann Ridley was every bit as short as Clover Rawlings, the girl she was strapping into the feeding bed beside her own daughter Anjou. She had to breed against her own cream blonde hair colour to get both of her daughters to come out darker, though with the first year that lay here, the green eyes of her parent remained strong in her genome, even if her flaxen locks were slightly darker. She would end up being taller than her, it was also something that the current produce market manager had selected for both her and Daisy, the doctor knew. Though, really it hadn’t worked out that way for the eldest Ridley daughter who, at 26, was actually shorter than her mother.

“We need to get you up and running Clover,” she informed the girl as she attached the facial plate that would allow three lines to feed Aphrodium into her nostrils and fill her mouth with feces and urine. “Daisy picked up a fertilizer order for the Bordeleaus earlier this morning. We’re starting to run low on the essentials.” The futamute next to her was similarly restrained to what she would be momentarily. Like the Asian girl, both her arms and legs were fixed in place, the first pulled wide at the knees. A urinal cup with a line leading downwards was still visible though it likely would not remain so long once she began to push the sludge that was already rounding her midsection out. And her cock, not as large as Clover’s but large for a girl her age was already encased in a milking cylinder. It was pumping it’s creamy load into a bulb at the end of it before that was sucked up a line of it’s own while her jaw worked it’s incessant swallow.

“Darlene fed her at breakfast and Briar did a bit earlier so it won’t take long until she is filling her bed for you,” Sarah revealed.

“That’s good to know,” smiled the short blonde.

“I’ll leave you to it then,” the 50 year old stated as she turned to exit the market.

“Why did you come into town today?” the Ridley woman asked.

“On my way to the Lamberts to oversee the widening of Cherise Le Beau this morning,” she detailed. “Then back to the farm in the afternoon for a physical exam. We’ll send someone for Clover at closing time.”

“If you’re busy, I can run her back on the way home,” Ruth Ann volunteered.

“Thanks, it would save a bit of time on our end. We’ve got peaches coming in, the girls will be out in the fields,” the physician admitted. “But I’ve got to go now or I’ll be late.”

“Have fun,” the other grinned.

“Plan to,” the Rawlings woman called back over her shoulder.

“There had been a lot of crossbreeding between La Commune de la Fleur de l’Aurore and Libereco,” the doctor pondered silently as she sauntered across the waking town square towards the Lambert residence. “It was to be expected of course, the island had the largest genetic pool of all of them and it really wasn’t close. I imagine it is much the same story in the other satellite communities.” She remembered reading a dispatch on the private network that the Cranston Close Enclave in West Texas had brought to consciousness their first homebrew futagens last year and was expecting two more in time for school after the summer. “We’re not quite there yet,” she mused turning the corner. “But soon perhaps.”

Not nearly as large as the sprawling country house she resided in and for that matter worked out of, Mirabella Lambert, her daughter Mallory and the lovely Cherise Lebeau lived in a narrow cottage whose two stories made it taller than it was wide. Constructed using daub and wattle, the beams within it were painted an almost brilliant blue. Petunias of various shades of grew in the flower boxes beneath the windows on either side of the door. “Dr. Rawlings is here,” she called through the open one.

“Come on in, door’s open,” came the answer from inside.

Sarah pulled the screen door open and stepped inside, pausing momentarily to let he eyes adjust to the relative darkness she had walked into. She could smell the Ephebifem in the air as soon as she entered the front room” Good, good,” she murmured with a smile spotting the head of the household. “Hey there Bella, sorry if I’m a bit tardy today,” she greeted the bespectacled redhead. Just a tad taller than she was, the university professor had a body that just wouldn’t quit with breasts that put her own 37DDs to shame and hips more generous than hers as well. In fact the only place the physician held an edge was between the legs and even there the Lambert woman was hardly a slouch. She would be teaching full time at the commune’s school in the fall while carrying out her own biological research. The brunette was already looking forward to having her Clover be a part of that. “Is Cherise ready? Mallory?”

“They should be,” the 33 year old ventured before turning towards the stairs. “Girls? The doctor’s here.”

“Come on Silly,” they heard the younger urged the older before the first appeared pulling the other by the arm behind her. Like her mother, Mallory Lambert also had red hair but the 15 year old’s was a lighter carrot red, contrasting with her parent’s orange red hue. That her Seed Mother was Bertina Zimmerman all but guaranteed she have her breeder’s mutual turquoise eyes and eventually an hourglass figure. But the thing identified her more than anything was the inherent semi-smirk that played across her face. Dressed in a off-white cotton strap mini she presented an angelic countenance if a somewhat scampish one.

Behind her, descending a little more reluctantly, was the main reason for the clinician’s visit, the sissy Cherise Le Beau. Even shorter than the 5’4” girl that lead her down the steps, the 19 year old had been residing with the Lambert’s for about six weeks now. Originally an English exchange student by the name of Sherman Nethercott, it had been apparent quite early in his first semester that he was quite taken with his bioengineering professor as Mirabella had told it. A slow, year long dance between them ensued, with the lecturer regularly updating her as well as the leadership group of the commune as to it’s progress. By Christmas it was more or less a given that come the end of the school year at the Université de Bordeaux, he would be invited to summer with her favourite professor. And then the real twirl would begin.

Cherise had come a long way since that first day on the commune as Sherman. To be sure, the actual physical seduction had started a couple days before they had arrived La Commune de la Fleur de l’Aurore for the summer. According to the professor, when cuffed his wrists to the restraining belt and his ankles to a spreader bar it had been the first time your Sherman had ever experienced any kind of bondage. But it had left her free to toy with his cock and balls which she duly wrapped in a set of Vibrorings. Her edging had lasted well over an hour before he had geysered up a massive creamy load she reported later. And he licked every drop of it off of her fingers. With that the journey of turning Sherman into Cherise had begun, though she didn’t know it at the time.

Now the beauty was really starting to bud within their darling Cherise. As she shyly descended the stairs the doctor’s breath caught a little. She hadn’t seen her since her last exam a week ago. Her breasts had grown since then, her hips were fuller as well. She could tell that Mirabella had followed the regimen she had spelled out to the letter. Daily body massages with the new Erosculpt Gel they had perfected at Creative Research Group with plenty of prostate stimulation. Mallory had done a wonderful job with the other girl’s makeup, the soft pink of her lip gloss providing just enough colour to her slightly freckled face.

She had set everyone’s implant, including her own, on a slow lazy climb as soon as they popped up on her phone as she approached the cottage. The two Lambert women, no doubt felt the sensation deep within as she did, but like herself were quite experienced with dealing with it and could hide their arousal, though the youngest chewed her bottom lip as her dress began to tent. The sissy on the other hand was having a more difficult time of it, gripping the railing tightly as her body gently swayed and she breathed heavily through her mouth. She really was a picture in her pastel pink satin baby doll with her lips parted and her large doe’s eyes trapped in a somewhat bewildered pleading. Her cock, such as it was pushed out from her panties, even more pronounced than the girl who now helped support her. Her short tweed brown hair purposely messy only added to the image of her helpless lust.

“Yes, it does seem like everyone is ready,” Sarah announced opening her medical bag and producing a pair of Slutifier Belts equipped with Vibrorings as well as anal attachments for additional prostatic stimulation. “I’m assuming Cherise is wearing hers? Everyone wears one for our test. Doctor’s orders,” she ordered. “I need controlled conditions to get accurate readings. Even I’ve got one on,” she admitted lifting her blouse to reveal it. Mirabella looked like she was about to comment until she heard the last, then shrugged and nodded and reached her hand out for the items in question.

“Bend over Mal and let Mommy put this one you, then you can help Mommy with hers,” the redhead suggested.

The pair busied themselves attaching the gear to each other while Sarah guided Cherise over to the loveseat. She sensuously slipped the sissy’s panties down her legs and bent her over, spreading her ass cheeks. She smiled when she saw the anal toy slowly sliding in and out of the sissy’s pussy. She proceeded to turn it off and remove it before reaching into her bag for a bottle of Tunnel of Love lubricant.

“Why doesn’t Cherise have to wear one of those?” Mallory asked sighing as her own rosebud was filled.

“You didn’t tell her?” the 50 year old queried.

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” Mirabella grinned from over her daughter’s shoulder.

“Let’s just say, we’ll be putting something else in there fairly shortly Sweetie,” the physician replied cryptically.

“I think we’re good to go,” the teacher state straightening up with an exhale. She could feel the lubricant that had squirted out of cylinder’s eye easing the slide of it in and out of her ass and checked to make sure her daughter’s was doing the same. Her panties cast aside, the 15 year old’s chubby six inches was now at full mast as she leaned against her mother, her arousal having risen slightly.

“Good, good,” Sarah nodded. “Bella I’m going to need you to sit here first,” she indicated patting the loveseat beside her. The luscious 33 year old removed her glasses and pulled her flower print dress over her head leaving her naked but for the sex toy strapped to her, then sat down. “Cherise, you’re next Sweetie,” she directed steering the slightly swaying student onto her teacher’s lap. The last reached up and guided her downwards until her thick nine inches found purchase in her slickened rosebud. A slight pull, an increase in pressure, and then her crown pierced the petals of the 19 year old’s rosebud. Slowly the sissy sunk down on her pipe until she felt her balls rub up against her. “Hold her like that for a moment,” instructed the physician pulling out a long flat strap with convoluted ties on both ends. “Move forward a bit Bella,” she continued looping it behind the pair. “Ok, back, good.” Quickly the Rawlings woman bent the legs of the LeBeau girl at the knees and pushed them back against her body before froglegging them by securing them to the strap, pulling it tight. Next she took each arm and secured it tightly against the bent knee closest to it, rendering the brunette completely at their mercy.”Ok, start fucking her now.”

“My pleasure,” the older Lambert murmured with an exhale as she began a thrusting rhythm from below. This wasn’t the first time she had taken her sissy’s ass. That part of her training had started a couple of weeks ago, but her body had grown somewhat since then, she was becoming more like the little doll she envisioned last fall when she first walked into her lecture hall. She had gone out of her way to ensure that the first year would be a part of her newly created tutorial group and gradually over the year had transferred the other students in it to other ones so that by the end it was just the two of them.

“She is really developing well Bella,” Sarah complimented as she watched the smaller rise and fall on the lap of her new parent.

“You’ve done a wonderful job with her. Her curves are really starting to fill out now.”

“We measured Cherise this morning, Mom and I,” Mallory blurted. “She has bigger tits than me now!”

“Is that true?” queried the physician.

“34D-22-35,” replied the redhead with some satisfaction as she continued to grind. “Her waistline has come down nicely, that’s really helped her figure.”

“It certainly has,” the 50 year old agreed, casting a glance once more towards the younger futamute. For all of her mischievousness there was little doubt that she was starting to feel the effects of her implant working in tandem with the gear she had them both don.

The sophomore watched her mother’s glistening cock saw in and out of the bound sissy’s pussy as the latter’s inner struggle to hold onto who she once was gradually lost it’s purchase on her mind and began to slip away. She loved witnessing this part, the slow transition as the reluctance of her reason was overcome when she was betrayed by her body’s desires. Even as her own heat within increased her turquoise gaze took it all in; Cherise’s jaw slackening, her eyelids drooping, her hips beginning to push back against the thrusting of her teacher as her mother’s fingers twiddled with her nipples. Mallory chewed her bottom lip, and without realizing it, started to sway subtly matching the rhythm of the coupling in front of her.