Chapter 37: Sisters... And Others (Part Five)

Amira Aziz paused momentarily, straightening up and stretching while placing her hands in the small of her back, before sitting down on the stool against the wall. Her first day at Volts Electronics had been a fairly full one. She and Adélie Langevin had taken the bus into town to the shop. She hadn’t really seen much of it since the four of them had landed. They had been whisked off to the hospital almost immediately and then been driven home after dark once they had been discharged each with a new cock that no one could keep their hands off of, including themselves. The amber eyed brunette had no idea that men came as long as they did and to be honest, she actually wondered if they did or whether this was unique to the mutation, a futamutation they had called it, that her family had undergone.

She glanced around the storage room. All the boxes were in now, it was just a matter of putting them in the right places. EngInno Designs had delivered a large order of sex toys in preparation for the Winterfest. The store more or less served as a shopfront for the engineering firm next door in this regard. Apparently they were rolling out a new model of some kind today and Adélie was holding a demonstration. All they were doing now was waiting for it to arrive. She had already met the others who worked with her. Veronika Jiříček was a tall 59 year old Czech with graying chestnut brown hair, grey eyes, and a statuesque figure.

“I’m just looking for somewhere to enjoy myself for a couple more years, I paid my dues out there already running around for the Whatleys,” she had revealed earlier. She found out later that the sisters she was referring to, Contessa and Clarice, were in charge of the local government’s Foreign Trade portfolio and Kattegat Financial Services respectively.

Then there had been Keegan Marlow. Nearly half the other woman’s age, like the other the bespectacled futamute, she too wore glasses. But that was where the similarities ended. Some inches shorter than the first but still taller than she was, the second had blue eyes and short auburn red hair worn in a thick bob. Adélie had told her she was born on the island as a surrogate. She was one of those that didn’t live with either Breeding Parent as they were called here but had been fostered out to live with a group of others, much like the Aziz’s had been. From what she understood she didn’t even have a last name until she chose one for herself upon graduating from the school her daughters went to now.

“This is all I’ve ever known, living on the island,” she commented when she was helping her out earlier. “Up until a couple of years ago I was next door but then my Poppy was brought out of the tank and I wanted to spend more time with her so I applied for a position here. She is the same grade as your niece if I’m not mistaken. We should get them together at some point.”

Adélie was leaning over the counter with her back to her talking to her daughter Aurelie and the other apprentice on duty today, Paisley Corbett. The 44 year old’s rounded cheeks stuffed into the tight confines of her shy blue latex mini and every once in a while she would shift her weight from one foot to the other, which caused her hips to undulate. Amira had always thought she was rather shapely in that regard. To be honest both she and Amina were rather curvy though she a bit more so, but compared to the French Canadian woman, both of the Algerians came up short in every way. Her daughter it seemed would be just like her or close. At 17 years old, the senior nearly matched her younger sibling, though her platinum blonde bob, amber eyes, and darker complexion all came from elsewhere. The other girl, a sophomore like her niece Bashira, was a cute bobbed redhead with turquoise eyes. She exuded an air of innocence that only made her beauty more tempting.

“When had she started looking at other females in this way?” she asked herself, idly watching the conversation. “Did it have anything to do with her new cock?” The eldest shifted once more and the new staffer chewed her bottom lip and let her hand drift downwards knowing what she would find there. Her brand new anatomy was stiffening under the wine velvet contours of her garment. The nest had put all four of them in panties she hadn’t seen before but given their new protrusions were necessary. Fitting much like normal underwear, each had a hole in the front lined with lace that their lengths poked through and now she knew why. She adjusted her position slightly, let her legs open a bit more, hiked up her dress, and let her fingers encircle her length. She moaned softly as she began to pump her pipe. Up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down.

“How is she doing back there, Dear?” the shop’s manager asked with a touch of amusement as she leaned on her elbows.

“She’s jacking herself now Mom, staring at your ass,” the blonde teenager replied looking over her parent’s shoulder out of the corner of her eye.

“I’m getting hard just imagining it Baby,” Adélie commented glancing downwards.

“That’s your cue, Paisley,” the 17 year old remarked giving her counterpart a gentle push in the back.

The short ginger made her way around the counter and sank to her knees in front of her boss.

“Pull my panties down all that way dear so I can step out of them,” the older Langevin murmured rolling her hips once more for the benefit of the new futamute behind her. Moments later she sighed as the apprentice’s lips slid over the head of her cock and her hands found each of her mounds. Slowly she fucked her length bit by bit down the 15 year old’s throat until she had taken it all. “Get a good grip Sweetie, help me fuck your face,” she instructed knowing that when she did so, her crevice would open a bit more each time she pulled out. “Good, good, just like that Paisley,” she purred once they found their mutual rhythm.

“What’s Amira’s implant on now, Mom?” Aurelie queried.

“It’s on the laptop, Dear,” she informed her, “but she has to be over 3.0 by now I’d think.”

“3.3,” the younger Langevin reported glancing at the browser she had just pulled up.

Off to the side, out of sight from the storage room, Veronika Jiříček and Keegan Marlow stood watching the trio and waiting the nod from her curvy chestnut brown haired 44 year old and her daughter. The senior caught the eye of the first and bobbed her head, feigning a laugh to cover her motion. The grey eyed brunette pushed her glasses up on her nose grabbed an empty box she had unpacked and walked through the door of the storage room followed by her co-worker.

Amira couldn’t understand exactly why she was masturbating while she stared at the ass of her new boss moving forwards and back, she only knew that for some reason she needed to. Adélie couldn’t be more than 20 feet away from her, she could see her massive rod sliding in and out of the mouth of the young girl’s mouth on her knees before her. She could even see Paisly’s stiff tool jutting out from between her legs, leaking but shrouded in the shadow of her skirt. But most of all it was the wide fleshy orbs that were mostly covered in latex that drew her attention. “Need to see more, a little more,” she murmured to herself as her fingers continued pumping her pipe. And then abruptly a figure filled up the doorway and her desires were momentarily dashed.

“Oh dear,” Veronika exclaimed over her shoulder in mock surprise as she stepped into the room and set down her box. “It seems the new girl is in a bit of distress.”

“Yes it certainly does,” the redhead agreed following her in with two more stools.

“Don’t worry Sweetie, this happens to a lot of girls when they first start here,” the Jiříček woman soothed taking on of the proffered seats and setting it beside the amber eyed North African before sitting down. Keegan sat on the other side and the two of them raised her up just long enough to remove her panties before lowering her again, making sure the 32 year old’s

hands were pinned between their bodies before they pulled her legs apart once more with their own, prompting the latter to whimper in protest.

“This will make things go much smoother,” the surrogate announced pouring a generous coating of lubricating oil on the thrusting cock before her. “Should we use the Torpedo?” she then asked her older counterpart.

The Czech woman replaced the distressed futamute’s hand with her own and began to pump anew, nodding and smiling to the other in agreement. Reaching into the box on the shelf beside her the blue eyed staffer pulled out a rather thick lengthy cock like dildo with a large set of balls that was grey in colour.

“Lean forward a bit Amira,” she requested as she poured more oil on the sex toy and then down the crack of Amira’s ass. She tickled her rosebud with the tip of the 10 inch beast before slowly but steadily fucking latex phallus inch by inch into her ass. Turning on the vibrators within the unit, she started sliding it in and out in the same rhythm that her colleague was stroking the newest addition to the staff at Volts Electronics.

“Just relax Sweetie,” Veronika cooed, “Just relax and watch Adélie’s lovely ass. Watch how her crack opens and closes just for you. Do you see her beautiful assflower? Isn’t it lovely? Yes, yes it is isn’t it? So lovely, so beautiful.”

Amira was mesmerized by what she was seeing, what she was feeling, what she was hearing. The soft urgings in her ears frim one side then the other, the steady pace at which her cock was being stroked and ass penetrated, the methodical expanding and contracting of the valley between the cheeks of the woman she now lived with and the brown bloom that peeked out at her each time it did. She could see others moving about in the main part of the shop as the store grew more crowded but she was couldn’t register anything but shapes beyond the succulent flesh before her. Her gaze grew dreamy and she let herself be taken by lust. “So lovely, so beautiful,” she murmured focusing through her fog at the fleshy petals only 20 feet away. “So lovely, so beautiful.”

Enni and Pirko Haataja sat next to each other on the mint green leather loveseat in Silk, Satin, and Lace, each guiding a bobbing skull up and down on their cocks in both hands, both nearing their carnal ends as Cora O’Donnell and Candice Baros looked on.

“Your Crina is quite good at this,” Pirko complimented exhaling through her mouth as her fingers meshed themselves in the Vacarescu girl’s short auburn curls. “Such a lovely tongue she has.”

“Harshada Shastri makes sure she practices her technique whenever the two are in here at the same time,” the proprietor revealed referring to the senior apprentice who, like her, had long black hair. “Her pipe is every bit the monster your sister’s is.”

“How is my little one doing, Enni?” the cream soda blonde staffer beside her asked, watching the machine shop teacher’s balls kiss her daughter Orla’s chin each time the 42 year old’s 11 inches sawed in and out of her mouth.

“She’s a gamer Cora,” the older Finn reported with a smile. “My tool is one of the longest on staff and she’s taking all of it. But how is it you have a first year apprenticing here?”

“Oh she’s not apprenticing, not officially anyway,” the taller Greek explained.

“She’s finalizing her list of places she wants to apply to for next year and wanted to see what she would be expected to do if she landed here,” the Irish futamute added.

“Working with Mom?” the chemistry teacher grinned momentarily taking her eyes of the sophomore sucking her cock to watch the golden blonde girl one year younger get orally furrowed by her older sister.

“Maybe,” the other speculated with a sideways glance to her boss. “It really depends on her. I imagine arrangements can be made at our end if she wants it.”

“Well, I think she’d be good at it if she did,” the shorter of the two schoolmarms commended, sighing then as she tightened her grip and increased the pace at which the curly haired young blonde was engulfing her length.

“Getting ... close ... Sis?” Pirko inquired, her eyes lidding as she followed suit.

“Close ... yes ... close” the blonde streaked brunette breathed pistoning her pipe down the 14 year old’s throat with eveb =more vigour. “Going ... to ... cum.”

“Me ... too,” the 37 year old redhead stumbled ratcheting up her thrust even more. “Cumming.”

Abruptly both Crina Vacarescu and Orla O’Donnell began desperately swallowing, their heads held fast by the two Finnish siblings as the latter pumped copious amounts of their cream down each of the younger gullets.

It was then that Tika Amora, Taegen O’Donnell, and the Haataja twins, Salla and Saara, emerged from a behind a panty display, the last two holding each holding a matching royal blue satin baby doll and panty ensemble.

“They decided on try on these ones,” the first announced pleasantly watching the two younger girls get filled with spunk.

“We should let Orla assist them Aunt Cora,” the second suggested eagerly. “I can help, I watched Jagoda do it the other day,” she then volunteered recalling her last visit to the shop. “I saw how it is done.”

“What do you think Candice?” the bespectacled saleswoman solicited. “It would be as good a time as any.”

“Why not,” the other nodded in agreement smiling at the first year’s enthusiasm. “They can use change room three.”

And now here she was newly diapered, restrained in the cradle, her stomach overround, her hands in fingerless mittens that prevented her from releasing herself, having just finished drinking from a baby bottle while she was methodically stroked by the 21 year old Room Mistress. The girls around her had all disrobed after they had placed her within the structure and now Tola Amora had lowered herself onto her face.

“Open up Sweetie,” the sophomore murmured looking back over her shoulder as she rocked forwards and back, gradually forcing her jaw open. “Open up for Mommy so she can feed you. There we go, just like that Baby, just like that.” The fiery maned futamute then sighed, relaxing a bit more. A thick slimy log the ballooned Florianna’s cheeks and her mouth filled with shit for a fourth time that day, triggering yet another geysering of her seed. “Eat up Precious, eat up like a good little girl so you can grow big and strong.” The injustice she felt being trapped in this infantilization re-imposed upon her by her mother and steadfastly echoed by her university roommates wandered about in her mind confused, jostled by the ecstasy blooming around it. With each pumping of her pipe, another spurt of her cream found it’s freedom. Gradually all resistance drained from her. She felt so loved, she felt so cared for, she felt so nurtured. She obeyed her Mommy’s command, munching down the muddy nourishment like a good little girl, thrusting her hips with each flexing of her throat, and cumming again and again and again.

“Come in, come in,” Ragni Sorenson greeted looking up from the laptop and standing as she saw the tall brunette in the doorway. “So, it’s good to finally meet you in person again after all this time.”

“It’s been a while hasn’t it?” the ex-teacher returned. “Oh, your sister Guddie told me to say hi.”

“How is she?” the green eyed doctor inquired drawing the other in.

“Her Gaelic classes are a favourite with the girls,” the brunette remarked as the two embraced and kissed cheeks. “Some of the girls even want to start petitioning to open a sorority in Dublin.”

“Oh really?” the Ireland native laughed. “Well, they are opening one up in Utrecht over the summer so it likely won’t happen for some time. How was your trip up here?” she then asked changing the subject.