Chapter 9: The Glory of the Daze

The 50 year old physician smiled recalling the previous night’s phone call as she peered out into the morning sun. She liked sitting on the front porch after breakfast. She liked the fresh air and a cup of coffee while she watched the glory of the day blossom before her. The Markham sisters had taken Jaime back upstairs to soften her and lock her clitty back up at least for the time being. That had allowed Kayleigh and Clover a chance to get to the truck without exposing the stomach bulge of the older. She’d have to empty soon; A little bonus for the fertilizer folks.

She squinted slightly into the distance. She could see the rising trail of dust above the apple trees. As it got closer, she saw a flash of aqua blue and then eventually could make out the vehicle. It was one of Ruth Ann’s imports, a old Ford. The blue-green exterior was accentuated by pearl side panels and wooden stake rails atop the side of the beds. The interior was a darker turquoise leather she knew; She had ridden in it before. Sarah did not know how she found the time. The Ridley woman had four of these restored classics and apparently she was working on a fifth.

The vehicle was slowly coming up the drive now passing the tire swing on the big oak in the front yard. She could see the figure behind the wheel. Dark of skin with a wonderfully shapely body, Yolanda Morgana, the 20 year old was on her summer break from studying pediatrics in Bordeaux. The doctor drained her cup, ducked in the door to set it in the sink and returned in time to see the other closing the door to the truck, package in hand. Such a picture the futamute presented. Not quite as tall as she was, the university student’s body was more impressive than hers in every way. And her mustard yellow halter, cutoffs, and suspenders only showed it off even more. Midnight black curls framed her face and fell nearly to her waist. A pair of lavender eyes peered out from beneath them entranced the viewer even more. The girl dripped sensuality without even trying.

“Ruth Ann says ‘Hi’,” she began striding towards her. “She said you ordered this?”

“Yes, I did,” Sarah replied kissing the newcomer as she pulled her in close so their cocks could press together through their clothes.

“What is it?”

“Two dozen of the newest model of Prostatic Stimulator from EngInno Designs,” the 50 year old revealed taking the box. “From what the website says they’ve really fine tuned the command protocols while making it smaller. They’ve also developed a proximity activation command now. Basically if you are coded in, your phone will automatically activate whoever is wearing this one when you get within a certain distance. And they won’t even know. You won’t even have to pull out your phone. You can even add multiple devices to the same PS; Make their effects separate or cumulative.”

“That sounds fun,” she giggled. “Is it for who I think it’s for?”

“Follow me and find out,” she winked before turning towards her office.

“I’ve got time, sure,” she agreed falling in behind her.

“I know,” the physician thought to herself with a hidden smile walking around to the side of the sprawling country house. “I know.”

Clover pulled the truck up to the front of the market. She, like the two Markham sisters, liked to drive whenever possible within the commune. It was good practice. Even though Tonya was technically a year too young to do so outside of the compound, it had never stopped her. Girls as young as 14 made regular runs into town, though always accompanied by another. After all, if you could drive a tractor, you could drive a truck and everyone started doing the first at 12. A glance at her passenger told her that Kayleigh was beginning to cramp a bit.

“She had you go heavy on the Fecalmillium again didn’t she?” the 16 year old queried referring to her parent.

The other just nodded holding in her misery. Mom had been trying to stretch her for some time now. Whenever she slept over she always woke up wearing a pair of the blue TT patches somewhere on her body.

“Well, we’re here now,” she offered cheerfully putting the vehicle in park. “Soon you’ll be able to get rid of your load.”

“Ruth isn’t,” the blonde noted nodding towards the front. The metal shutters were down and the big chalkboard listing the specials wasn’t out.

“No, no she’s not,” the teenager frowned, peering intently at the first. The cardboard clock hanging on it indicated she would be back in 15 minutes. “She was though. She hung that out. We’ll just have to wait a bit.”

“Ooohhh,” the 31 year old complained, feeling another spasm ripple through her body.

“Maybe if you lay down it will be a bit better. Here, use my lap,” the Asian featured girl suggested. She straightened up a bit and allowed her mother’s lover access.

“Danke, Sweetie,” the other murmured somewhat painfully turning her back and lowering her head to the other’s legs. The junior peered down her cleavage at the petite futamute and smiled.

Clover was only too aware of her endowments. Her mother was quite shapely and had a big cock to boot. The green eyes and honey brown hair were also from the Rawlings side of her genetic code. But her Asian features, and to some extent her own curves, these were things her Seed Parent Jonda Wang had given her. She’d only met her on video but her Seed Parent’s figure put both of theirs to shame. She was actually Australian by birth but apparently they had moved from China before she had been born. 38E-25-40. She had looked it up with the help of her Mom. And both of them had monster cocks. Hers was already eight inches long at 16. Tanya’s was too, but she wasn’t quite as thick.

Kayleigh looked to be in so much distress trying to keep her asshole closed whenever her body convulsed. As she lay across her thighs she closed her eyes and grimaced slightly in pain. “Such beautiful lips,” the junior mused privately, “beautiful lips.” The young brunette lifted the hem of her halter exposing her breasts then tilted the other’s head slightly towards her, brushing the blonde’s cheek with her left nipple. Instinctively the Brenner woman’s pucker found her areola and began to suckle. The youngest Rawlings sighed softly as she felt her milk start to squirt methodically it the mouth of the stuffed futamute.

The Asian girl looked about once more. “Still no sign of Miss Ridley,” she murmured. Reaching into her purse she pulled out a cylinder and unscrewed the top pulling out her pre-lubed buttplug. It was the latest thing this summer. All the girls she knew had one or wanted to get one. Hers was green to match her eyes. You simply squirted some gel into the little hole in the cap and it kept the toy nice and slippery without making a mess. Reaching over with one hand, she popped the snaps on Kayleigh’s pink silk teddy while holding her close with the other. A couple of in and out motions and a bit of a twist seated the item in the 31 year old’s ass causing her to relax slightly. She dipped her fingers into the casing to make them slippery and then found her awakening prong. Peering around once more she still didn’t see the shop’s proprietor approaching the market. Sighing once again she began an easy up and down stroke of a cock that mirrored her own measurements. This, in turn, caused the German’s legs to slacken entirely and surrender to her touch.

The town was starting to breathe. Doors were opening, curtains were being drawn back. The sun was warming the waking community. Her grandmother called this time the glory of the day. She smiled at the occasional neighbor when they waved, continuing to sooth the vehicle’s unseen passenger. Clover hadn’t nursed anyone in a day or two, she was full of milk, full of Mesmermamillin. Kayleigh seemed to be very thirsty and Miss Ridley was nowhere to be found. She sat back a bit and let the morning rays find her face, her hand methodically pumping in time to the soft pull on her breast. The town was starting to breathe. It was the glory of the day.

“And you think it will be OK just wearing this?” Yolanda asked as she fastened the last button on the lab jacket. “I mean ... look.”

There was no denying the protrusions on either of them beneath their garments that gave away the fact that both possessed cocks and big ones at that.

“I think it is time we started knitting Jamie’s dreams and her reality together a bit more,” the physician replied as she cast her eyes out the window toward the corner of the homestead. “Just a little hint here and there.” She saw River pull away from the front of the house with the two Markham girls on their way out to the orchards. A few seconds later Darlene’s new niece rounded the corner with her eldest daughter Briar. “Hopefully Kayleigh gets here soon. We can start with three, but I’d rather have four.” The two futamutes were making final adjustments to the straps on the gynecological bed when they heard the sound of footsteps on the wooden porch outside and then the door opening.

“In here girls,” Sarah called out from inside the examination area. The 31 year old farmer and the 14 year old soon to be sissy entered the office moments after she had made their presence known. “There you are,” she greeted. “Ready for doctor?”

The strawberry blonde nodded mutely. It was obvious by her demeanor that she had been dosed a second time with Mesmermammilin between the time she saw her last and now. “Smart,” she thought silently nodding to the others. “My daughter thought of everything.”

“Jamie, this is Yolanda Morgana,” the 50 year old introduced to the dazed newcomer. “She is home from university for the summer. She is studying medicine in Bordeaux and one day hopes to help me out here so today she is going to be assisting.”

“Good to meet you,” the dark skinned girl acquiesced smiling into the stupor of the other and placing her hand on the shoulder of the Minnesota native in lieu of trying to shake one of the hands cuffed to her sides. “Why don’t you come with me now and we can get started?” she suggested pairing with the younger Rawlings to lead the girl in the summer dress to the examination bed.

“We’ll need to take this off Sweetie,” Briar explained as she began removing the garment.

“Your silky bra and panties as well,” the medical student added helping out the first. As she did so her arm brushed up the breast of the 31 year old brunette and she felt her nipple stiffen with the touch. “Briar had such lovely tits,” she mused letting her arm linger as she worked. They were nice and full, wonderful bounce for her body, always full of milk. A little bigger than her own, she had nursed on them a couple times since she had arrived at the commune as a 18 year old. She could understand why Jamie would not have been able to resist, especially in her condition.

“We’re going to need to put your under for this Jamie,” the doctor detailed. “It’s all part of the procedure. Don’t worry Sweetie, we’re all here and I’ve done this many times before. I actually put in Briar’s when she got hers.”

“Briar has one?” the 14 year old mumbled as she was being restrained and re-positioned.

“Everyone does, even I do Darling,” the eldest informed the youngest.

“Here we go now,” Sarah declared gently lowering the mask to the Markham girl’s face. “Breathe deeply now, off you go into dreamland Baby.”

“Dreamland,” he murmured beneath the plastic, his clitty growing long and hard once more, the imagery of his sleep lapping once more at his fading consciousness turning Jimmy back into Jamie. Those lovely girls and their big ladycocks, going in and out and in and out. Her dull eyes idly cast about as she felt a slippery hand on her member. Up and down and up and down and up and down. She wished all girls had lovely ladycocks. She imaged the three women in the room with her had them as well, she imaged what it would look like, the bulge beneath their clothing. Nice, big ladycocks pressing up against their lab jackets. It actually looked like they did, or maybe she was just wishing they did. She wasn’t sure. The hand on her length felt so good, it was hard to discern what was real and what was a dream now. So she decided not to even try. Nice, big ladycocks. Nice, big ones.

“She under now Mom?” Briar asked a few minutes later as her hand moved up and down on the sissy’s cock.

“As under as we want her to be,” the 50 year old commented, checking the levels on her display. “Not quite asleep, not awake either. She’ll be aware of everything that happens to her, but she’ll think it is a dream.” She looked at the clock and then glanced through the doorway out the window. “Where is your girlfriend Briar?”

“No idea, she should have been here by now,” the heavy set brunette shrugged.

“Well, we may as well get started,” the elder Rawlings concluded, “and hope she gets here soon. I wouldn’t want her to miss this.”

“Me either,” her daughter agreed. “She has her eyes on a boy at the diner. I’ve saw him yesterday. She could turn out to be a real cutie.”