Chapter 9: After School Specials (Part One)

Aldona Castillo sat in the milking stool next to the gunwale of the expanded cradle unit in the freshening chamber of The Mahogany Lounge. This was kind of a daily ritual with her. Before she opened the doors at 3:30 PM, she liked to spend some time in here with it’s occupant. It was a rather large structure as far as such things went, hers was the first of it’s kind in Libereco, she had ordered the first one purpose built nearly 20 years ago. It had been replaced twice since then, this latest model having been installed some four summers ago. To be sure there were the normal features of such a room to be found here. There was a long counter with a built in row of sinks, each with a tall stool of their own with every station fronted by an illuminated three paned make up mirror. There was a lubricant dispensary with multiple brands including the ever popular Beanstalk brand, that lengthened the cock it was used on, as well as a new one the folks at Creative Research Group named Tunnel of Love. There were even a couple of easily cleanable leather loveseats and other additional seating for others to wait sitting rather than having to stand. But the main feature, the item that dominated the room, was that she sat beside now, the eight foot long oval shaped tub in the center of the room that housed the establishment’s public toilet, Milena Hlaváč.

The second eldest daughter of a futamute who had become a very dear friend to her, the 34 year old had been the room’s only permanent occupant, having been installed in her current role a year after undergoing futamutation at 14. It had been a hectic time for the Hlaváč family. There had been clouds left behind in what was then called the Czech Republic that Růžena never spoke of. As it was the woman had to retrieve each of her three children separately putting herself at risk and threatening to make those she left in Libereco orphans each time she left. And when she did it was in Aldona’s care she left them. The Venezuelan was another who, like her blonde friend, first arrived in the community with her own cock and a baby born out of wedlock. She understood more than most exactly what challenges the recent émigré was facing, albeit her arrival was not accompanied by nearly as much danger.

Nela had been the first, then Milena the next. Finally Silvie, three years younger than the eldest had been last. She slid her hand up and down on the stock of Milena Hlaváč ‘s member, watching her gulp down a steady meal of mud from the hose dredging her nourishment from the slurry of shit she wallowed in while her ass steadily spooled a never ending flow of fudge from her own body back into the pool. She deliberately stroked her pipe watching her cum spatter onto her swollen browned stomach rising and falling in the sea of brown she bathed in and thought back to that first day. “Do you remember that baby? Do you remember the first day you tasted Marina’s shit? Do you remember how much you came when you did? Do you remember how much you came to love it? How much you came to love being a toilet? How much you still do?” she cooed as the pair watched the restrained blonde’s thick nine inches spurt it’s cream over and over.

Through lust filled, lidded eyes Milena watched her body gently arch the product of it’s arousal into the air again and again and let her mind draft far, far, away, far back in time, back to that day. Milena Hlaváč remembered...

Aldona maintained her steady stroking cadence as the club’s public toilet responded to her continual feeding by spurting volley after volley of cum onto her muddy body. “You are remembering your first feeding, aren’t you dear? Remembering lovely Marina filling you full of her lovely fudge; Remembering your first big, beautiful orgasm.” A sudden increase in the restrained futamute’s humping told the Venezuelan she had hit the mark. “Yes, I thought so baby,” she smiled as she looked down at her. “Did you know she has a daughter now, a sophomore at LPI? Her name is Apollonia. She’s a real beauty.”

“She’s not quite as curvy as he mother was at her age, but she also has a bit of a vulnerability to her that Marina didn’t have either. Lauren Landry was her seed mother. She has her red hair and amber eyes,” she detailed as she glanced at her watch. “I’m interviewing her later today for one of the two apprenticeships on offer this year. I really like her though. Wouldn’t that be lovely, Marina and her daughter Apollonia both feeding you their yummy fudge?” More desperate thrusting upwards leading to higher geysers of cum once more informed the restaurateur she was on the right track. “I thought so,” she confirmed as she momentarily stopped her stroke once the spasm of joy had passed long enough to slip a milking nozzle onto the end of Milena’s nine inch cock. As her steady stroking cadence was artificially replaced and the Czech futamute’s seed began getting sucked up the hose, she ensured the mouth feed was operating at proper levels then stood up. “Time to check the books sweetie,” she explained as she turned and walked towards the door. “Maybe I’ll come by later and introduce you to our newest apprentice,” she added on her way out the door as her lips curved upwards.

It was a sunny but blustery day, clouds were slowly drifting in from the north, and the swells were high offshore. “Without a doubt a storm was coming. It was likely for that reason foot traffic downtown was a little less than usual even though it was still September,” Valeri Ballentyne reasoned silently. That said the table the five of them were sitting at was in a part of the patio at Stella’s that was sheltered from the wind. Both Babineauxs were there, mother Audrée and daughter Desirae, as was a third member of the management at Rattles Daycare and Baby Boutique, Chimaka Dakota.

At 51 the Sioux native had done an amazing job at maintaining her body. True, Audrée was six years her senior, but the Frenchwoman also did not have her 37DD mammaries to contend with either. She was one of the town’s most resilient producers of mother’s milk which made her uniquely qualified to be the Head Nursemaid to baby sissy girls. To be sure, the healthy thickness between her legs didn’t hurt either. And she had no problems being on camera either, which really helped her out. As the manager of Libereco Broadcasting Services, it was up to Valeri to provide content that was market worthy for release under their erotic video Unicorn Productions label and the scenes of the Dakota woman sliding her girthy nine inches in and out of a sissy’s boypussy while the baby suckled hungerly on one of her breasts always did well in the pay per view. The blue eyed futamute’s still attractive face was framed by a honey brown bob, but it was definitely her boobs that were her calling card.

Across from them beside the filmmaker was Radomila Zidlicky, the local government’s Placement Administrator. Shorter than everyone else present, she was nearly as wide as she was tall, her 41 inch hips the envy of all present, as was her beast of a cock, the only one at the table larger than the Sioux woman’s. And while the short black haired Polish native’s bosom needed the same bra size as her taller colleague, her numbers in terms of volume and recovery were not as impressive. She pushed her glasses a bit further up on her nose and forked the last of her coconut cream pie into her mouth. “So how is my daughter doing with the sissys so far?”

“Caprina? Learning bit by bit. Baby Frieda seems to have really taken a shine to her,” Chimaka reported. “Your girl does have a nice fullness in her bra and she is thick between the legs, but she still needs to grow a bit more in both places.

“That’ll come in time though I’d imagine,” Audrée interjected, “I mean she is 15 years old.

“Oh certainly, I agree,” the nursemaid nodded. “And she comes from good genetics as well,” she then added.

“Of course she does,” the bureaucrat confirmed sparking titters from the others.

“How about you?” Desirae asked the Canadian. “How are things at the studio?”

“Lust TV is gearing up for a new season,” Ballentyne divulged sipping her coffee. “We’re considering a couple of new ideas there in addition to what we already have. The weekly show we do at Rattles, the Red Fem stuff, the work with do with the clinic, there all standbys that do well. But we have a couple of other things we might want to try this year.”

“Care to elaborate?” the shortest queried curious.

“No, no, not really,” the director grinned. “You’ll have to wait like everyone else.”

A look of mild annoyance flickered across the Pole’s face.

“I do look forward to your daughter’s appearances though,” she offered “I think she will be a fine addition to your apprentices. I was actually surprised when you did not try to get her big sister Naazima in her sophomore year.”

“‘Zima had her mind set on getting in at the town library,” Radomila related. “Composition is her thing. She is already writing poetry in several languages. Thought I can understand the fit physically. Still, the girl you did get, Daya, I really like. I think she’s a natural.”

“She wants to go into medicine once she graduates,” the elder Babineaux revealed. “Berlin if she can get in.”

“And the rest of it? The clothing, the accessories?” Zidlicky probed

“The way Des and Brandy are working things, the place practically runs itself anymore,” Audrée replied.

“That’s not true Mom,” her daughter countered. “We’re always glad to have you on board.”

“You’ve come a long way dear ... and so has Brandy. A lot of the stuff you used to count on me for, the accounting, design decisions, the two of you now take care of” the older French native pointed out. “Give yourself some credit.”

“Sounds like you’re getting bored,” Chimaka suggested as the waitress Cameron Gatimu started clearing empty dishes from the table. “Not that one dear, that one I’ll need right here,” she instructed guiding the girl’s hand so that the big salad bowl she had found it’s way in front of her. “If you could bring some more ice tea it would be most helpful,” she added brushing against the front of the girl and feeling her rounded tummy.

“Sounds like you could use a new challenge,” the dark skinned Canadian deduced watching the ass of the 16 year old sway in her cutoffs as she retreated back into the restaurant loaded down with empty dishes. Turning to her Polish counterpart she shrugged. “You’re the Placements Admin honey.”

“That I am,” confirmed the shorter futamute.

“You have anything suitable on offer for Big Brain Babineaux over here?” she teased flashing her teeth at her friend.

“I might actually,” the bureaucrat returned as amusement rippled through the others. “Let me look at something.” After a few minutes of trawling through her files Radomila spoke “How do you feel about hair Audrée?”

“Ummm, I have some ... I want more?” came the obtuse reply.

“Other people’s, other people’s hair, you ninny,” the other chastised jokingly over the din of laughter.

“Why do you ask?” the 57 year old questioned from behind a grin once some semblance of calm had returned.

“Ever since Edith Hartley went into reversion, I’ve been looking for someone to plug into Aphrodite’s Salon and Spa at the top,” the coal maned official admitted.

“Who do you have there now?” Desirae wondered.

“Hannelore Hearn is the senior most staff at the moment and Janice Purcell is returning from Kristiansand,” she detailed. “Hanni actually requested her, knew she was coming back apparently.”

“Didn’t they belong to the same sorority?” Chimaka thought aloud.

“Aarhus,” confirmed the younger Babineaux. “Both Hanni and Rebekka did.”

“Interesting two surrogates deciding on the same surname prior to university,” Ballentyne pondered. “Don’t see that too often. And how is it the Purcell girl knows them? She wasn’t same class or?”

“Two years later according to my records,” Radomila volunteered.

“Sounds like they are about where I was when you started teaching me the ropes Mom,” the 37 year old noted.

“This is probably good for six to eight years if you want it Audrée,” the Zidlicky woman estimated. “I’m sure that by then you will have taught them everything they need to know about day to day enterprise management.”

“Go for it Mom,” her daughter urged. “This sounds like a great opportunity.”

“Trying to push me out the door, are you?” the older jested.

“Are you kidding? I want preferential booking at the salon,” the black haired French futamute returned in kind inspiring more chuckles from the others.

“Fair enough,” she agreed with a sideways glance to her progeny. “Set up a meeting, let’s see if we are on the same page.”

“Oh, there you are dear,” Chimaka greeted once more when the Gatimu girl arrived with the ice tea. “It’s good you are here, there is no more food on the table.”

“Oh, did you want me to bring more plates so you can visit the buffet again?” the turquoise eyed 16 year old offered.

“Actually dear,” the Sioux nursemaid declared, unbuttoning the girl’s shorts before sliding one hand inside her panties and another onto her rounded midsection. “I think we might have everything we need right here.” Once her garments fell down to her ankles the lab born junior let herself be guided until she was mounted on the salad bowl the nursemaid had placed in her lap. Popping open her blouse, her offer of a nipple was readily accepted by the dark skinned girl with the auburn brown hair. “Just like my little girls in daycare,” she murmured. Pulling the student’s ass cheeks apart she pushed her down further then gave her waist a gentle squeeze. “There we go baby, shit for Mommy, fill the bowl up with your lovely sludge.” The Native American peered through her glasses down the spine of the smaller figure and trailed a finger in the steady flow of filth exiting her rosebud and piling up in the container below while with her free hand she held the back of her skull fast to her breast. “That’s my good girl, shit for Mommy, drink Mommy’s milk.”