Chapter 3: Prepping for Prep (Part 1)

“So are you ready to start teaching tomorrow?” the dark skinned Ramona Garner asked as she sat on the front porch with the household’s newest member Shelby Garner.

“Can’t wait,” the other answered with a smile her golden blonde wavy hair momentarily catching the slight breeze. “It will be good to get back to the old stomping grounds. Are you liking the new nest?”

“It was time,” the 60 year old admitted. “None of us were getting any younger and Meredith was at an age where she should have been given more responsibility; Desirae too. By splitting the nest you grew up in it allowed both of them to spread their wings. Freja and her brood have fit in quite nicely with the three of us here as well. That the two of you will both be teaching at LPI will no doubt make your transition easier. You know she called some of the others right?”

“Others?”

“Yeah, there has been a bit of turnover since you went to Bergen dear. Some staff you’ll know but a few you won’t,” the matriarch of the home explained.

“Just got a call,” interjected the ash blonde Freja Grönlund as she pushed aside the screen door and walked out onto the veranda. “They’re meeting us at the downtown at Stella’s” the Swedish woman then asked turning to the futamute that had been lab born but placed in a surrogate nest. “We should get going. The bus stop is just down the road.”

One fair haired teacher helped the other from her chair and hooking arms, called over her shoulder as the two started walking. “We’ll see you later Mona.”

“Hey Vera,” Freja greeted the bus driver as she entered the vehicle with her colleague in tow. “I don’t think you know Shelby do you? She’s been in Bergen for the last few years. She grew up here but I think she left for university before you arrived. She’s starting at the Institute tomorrow, teaching Physics and Esperanto.”

“Good to make your acquaintance,” the pigtailed brunette grinned leaning over and pulling the latter in for a quick kiss. “I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot of each other. This is one of the regular gigs the LPA has me doing.” She turned back to the other blonde then. “Where can I take you today?”

“We’re headed to Stella’s to meet some of the teachers she’ll be working with, then hopefully a school tour later,” the Swede informed the driver.

“Grab a seat then,” the last instructed closing the door and shifting the bus into gear once more as the pair gripped and grabbed working their way back.

“So, as I was saying, there’s been changes since you left,” Freja began detailing as they turned the corner onto Bayview Drive. “We have a new principal for one. Erika Hofmeier retired a couple years ago. She fills in part time at Pottery by the Park if you want to say hello at some point. I know you liked her.”

“Who is the principal now?” asked the slightly darker hair futamute.

“Believe it or not, her daughter Sonja,” the other gushed patting her thigh. “You’ll love her. We were in the same graduating class in Aarhus. She has a wonderful sissy sister Frieda and a lab born with Elsa Mae Noonan that is a sophomore. Her name is Lindy. Rita Montrose is still the VP, Lorena is the Guidance Counselor now. The second daughter Lilith joined the staff some time ago and teaches Gym.” Freja paused momentarily to wave over a tall mocha skinned figure with a high dark golden brown ponytail in a clingy cream mini dress that barely contained her curvaceous body who had gotten on the bus. “This is one of the new teachers now. Amahle Yeboah, meet Shelby Garner.” The Grönlund woman scooched back in her seat which in turn allowed the first to pull the second across her body for a deep kiss. As the tall South African held the lab born futamute in place both with her hands and her eyes, the third felt the new arrival harden against her leg and shared a secret smile with the latest to board the bus.

“Welcome to LPI, Shelby,” the Yeboah woman greeted innocently once they had parted. “I look forward to working with you.” Taking the seat across the aisle, she glanced at the film teacher before turning back to the other. “So what will you be teaching?”

Uhh ... Physics ... and Esperanto,” the Shelby stammered somewhat flustered as she sat once more unable to stop staring at the other’s big braless orbs. “What about you?” she returned somewhat rushed.

“Geography and French here,” her face splitting in half around her teeth in amusement she couldn’t hide. “Have they assigned you a homeroom yet?”

“Yes,” she nodded noticing the vehicle pulling into Market Square. Several passengers got off while a relatively equal amount replaced them.

“And?” Freja prodded even though both of them knew the answer already with Amahle having seen the teaching assignments at Stella’s a few days ago.

“They have me with some of the seniors,” she revealed recovering.

“Oh that’s good; So much better than a new teacher trying to guide a bunch of new students. They’ll take good care of you I’m sure,” the taller observed as the bus pulled away from the stop once more.

“Do you remember any of their names?” the Swede queried. “The students in your homeroom I mean?” She then clarified.

“Well, one is my niece Tariya,” the Garner woman reported before her brow furrowed at the inquiry. “And another was ... some kind of Scandinavian name starting with R I think ... Rus ... no ... Ras-something.”

“Rasmussen?” the other blonde guessed.

“Yes, yes, I think that is it,” Shelby confirmed hesitantly.

“Tovi Rasmussen,” the Geography Teacher prompted nodding towards one of the backwards facing bench seats on the bus on which sat a pair of full breasted older teenagers, one with long reddish honey brown hair highlighted slightly in blonde that had been tied in braided ponytails, the other with a less adventurous bob cut of a slightly darker red brown. “That’s them there isn’t it Freja?”

“So it is,” she agreed, her hand creeping between the thighs of her new flatmate and finding her smaller length rock hard. “Your boobs are big Mal but I actually think those two have bigger ones,” she pointed out gently running a finger tip up and down the underside of the futagen’s cock.

“Tovi does for certain. Tariya might some day,” the dark skinned woman corroborated. “I help coach the Wrestling Team. Tovi is a Super Heavy and your niece is four weight classes below her. They are both very good. Tovi is the captain. You should come out to a meet and watch Tariya sometime,” she casually conversed watching the gentle humping of the lab born futamute she spoke with out of the corner of her eye while her colleague fondled the new teacher’s organ.

Abruptly the ash blonde futamute exclaimed “This is our stop here,” and stopped her ministrations before pulling the other to her feet. “Come on, let’s go meet the others.”

Questions meandered through her mind amidst her malaise as she slid out of her slumber. Was her name Yuuto or Yuna? Was she a boy or a girl? How was it she couldn’t answer these with certainty? She looked down at the body she couldn’t move her body against the buckles and straps that restrained her naked arms and legs to the sides of the crib she lay in. The bottom she wore felt quite bulky around her waist and hips. The short frilly covering over top of it matched her pink top perfectly. The bonnet that shrouded her vision somewhat completed the ensemble. There was something in her mouth she was sucking on. It was like a pacifier, but somehow different, bigger. She tried to spit it out but couldn’t, it was strapped around her head. A pulse echoed faintly within her body causing her focus to drift to ... other things. She could see a subtle rising and falling in her hips, such as her bindings would allow and realized that her cheeks suckled the object within her mouth at the same pace. She was getting sleepy now, her eyes were slowly closing.

She was sitting in the chair in her stepmother’s study again. No, it was her bed. Wait, the living room couch. Out on the balcony. Her stepparent was to right side of her, her twin sister to her left. She was bound, unable to move but with limbs stretched so as to be completely at their mercy. It was always that way. They took her whenever they felt like it and always with silk. Oh how the panties they held in their hands felt so good on her little clitty. They rubbed her up and down again and again until she would spurt all over her little titties. Then they would feed the goo that had splattered all over her flat chest to her finger by finger. And if they saw she was hard once more, they would start over again taking turns bringing her to her end. At the end of each day she was exhausted.

By the second week she couldn’t resist their suggestion that she too begin wearing the soft undergarments that brought her so much bliss. Of course this only served to arouse her even more which in turn gave them yet more occasions to rub her little clitty with nice soft silky things and make her squirt again and again. They even made her sleep while wearing them, though still bound. “Only your mommy’s can touch your little clitty Yuna. Only your mommy’s can.” Her mommies; Mommy Tomoko and Mommy Kamiko. They began to insist that she call them that. That first night in Geneva Mommy Tomoko had pushed a finger in her pussy for the first time. It felt so, so good. She had never squirted so much before. One of them began doing it every time the other rubbed her clitty with a pair of lovely panties. They even found a private place on the ferry to make her body their own.

The ferry ride itself was still fuzzy beyond the constant ministrations of her mommies, spurting her goo, slurping it up, and recovering until the panties she wore made her hard once more. In between it all, they would keep giving her water to drink to keep her hydrated they said. They all went to the clinic once they arrived to be checked over at her stepmother’s insistence, but in her sexual stupor, she was easily lead. At some point she must have passed out. And now, here she was.

She was getting sleepy now, her eyes were slowly closing. And as she faded from consciousness once again she failed to realize the entire time she had been awake Yuuto had never once thought of herself as a boy.

“Well, that’s finally over,” Sandra Holloway announced shaking a stray strand of her honey blonde bob from the glasses shielding her violet eyes and watching tendrils of the community make their way through the late morning. She always looked forward to this time when the last of the Year 14 Futagens that had been tank grown under her auspices was picked up by the nest they had been placed with.

“Who ended up getting Fiona C One?” queried the taller Hera Michaelis standing beside her at the double glass doors, her long black hair tightly wound in a bun.

“Ellesmere, Banerjee, Banerjee, Ejiri,” the admin answered. “Willow put in the claim a while back and built it out on paper, but the last of them, the Ejiri woman, only arrived three days ago with her two stepchildren. Was touch and go until then.

“I heard they’re twins,” the Greek offered.

“I was told that too,” the Holloway woman confirmed. “One was here a year ago, already has a nice sized piece for a 15 year old.”

“And the other?”

“The other,” the blonde repeated with a grin spreading across her face, “the other is in the clinic as we speak ... and is genetically male ... or was.”

“Oh,” the Michaelis woman replied, suddenly understanding her partner’s expression as she hardened beneath her jacket and pulled the blonde close.

Like her counterpart, Hera as well had eyes more purple than blue. It was the thing that bound them together during the first year in Stockholm over three decades ago. They’d been known on campus as the ‘Lavender Twins’ and had become inseparable. After graduation, they took positions locally doing genetic research, but both had been disappointed in love. It was Sandra that came to her one day talking about the rumours of a sorority where all of the members had cocks. Though they were too old to become members they nonetheless soon found themselves befriending some of those that were.

Relationships were communal, familial, and both agreed that the sex was fantastic. When it was explained to them that they too could have cocks like those they were sleeping with if they emigrated to Libereco, the community that had founded Optimis Utriusque Mundi, they packed their bags. To be certain the steady diet of shit they were fed was not something either expected but soon both agreed that some of their best orgasms occurred when the filth from another was wending its way across their tongues, down their throats, and into their stomachs. Like every other resident of the island town, they soon became carnally addicted to feeding others and being fed by them. Toiletry became a way of life.

Each now had children through the ectogenetic process they oversaw. True, technically Sandra was the administrator because someone had to be, but they had always operated as a tandem. The blonde had four futamutes born in Libereco. Amber, 25, worked with them as a lab tech but she hoped to one day become a research scientist like the two of them. Janet, 23, was nearly done her time in Berlin, the newest of the Optimis Utriusque Mundi sororities. Gina, 19 had opted for Aarhus and it was likely that her younger sister Sabrina, a child they shared, would join her after her senior year. For Hera’s part, her oldest Circe was 29 and worked as a nurse at the clinic. Daphne, a junior at LPI was doing an apprenticeship in the lab. She got along quite well with Amber and was already leaning towards going to Berlin as she had after graduation. Next year Circe’s first child by ectogeneisis, Lydia, would be woken and start attending school. As a further point of interest, Daphne’s half-sister, Leana Darrow, had just recently transferred from the clinic to the lab. Like her best friend’s daughter, she hoped one day to be a research scientist. Technically, the move was official, but they had put off informing her of the good news just yet. It was from the latter’s mother that the 16 year old had inherited her golden brown hair and blue eyes. She wasn’t the only new arrival though. The Darrow girl’s sophomore daughter Eden, a lovely little thing with blue eyes and a cream blonde bob, just started her apprenticeship at the lab as well.