Chapter 40: Sisters... And Others (Part Eight)

“And you have no idea whose cum is in it?” giggled Luka Engblom sniffing the atomizer as the four of them sat on the bus.

“None,” Juula Tamm grinned in amusement tossing her honey brown hair as she looked around the vehicle. “We only know it doesn’t belong to either of us. Or you two either now.”

“Grandma just gave it to us on the way out the door this morning with this,” the second’s twin sister Juuli revealed showing their identical friends the pass that allowed them to take the day off of school in order to fulfill the obligations of their apprenticeships.

“A full day?” Yuka exclaimed reading the paper. “That’s usually only for seniors.”

“We know,” the curvy teenager gushed, slipping a loose strand of her blonde hair behind her ear.

“Well, whatever you’re going to get up to,” the first Engblom twin predicted handing the little bottle to her sibling and flashing the other pair a look of with a touch of envy, “it looks like it’s going to be fun.”

“You mind if we ... uh ... help you apply it?” the second blue eyed Asian asked.

“That’s a great idea,” the girl sitting across from her clapped. “Me first.” With that Juuli Tamm stood up and turned around gripping the top of the bus seat, and spread her legs, allowing Luka Engblom full access to her lower torso.

The touch was not unfamiliar to her when she felt the other’s hands slide her school uniform over her hips. When the two sets of twins were brought to consciousness two and half years ago, they had instinctively gravitated to each other and had been fast friends ever since. They had shared a first year between them more than once over that time. And now with the latest nest re-organization the Engbloms found themselves the older sisters of the Haataja twins. It took less than a week before the quartet had them strapped down for a Saturday matinee at the cinema. They had even invited others as well. For their part the moves had placed the Tamms in the same household as the Berengers, Romy and Remy. At 26, they had different relationship with their younger counterparts.

Different, but somehow the same as well. As with all doubles, there was a stronger and a weaker link. It wasn’t always obvious to most, but if you were part of a pair yourself, it was easier to spot. Though both were members of the tennis team, with the Engbloms it was the more athletic Yuka, who also swam competitively and was a track and field star that was the first. Luka, who favoured robotics and the apprenticed at the cyber unit with the Libereco Security Service tended to defer to her in most things. Juuli was the more dominant of the two Tamms and it was her that decided that they should apprentice at processing plant when it was time for applications. Both were also members of the weight lifting team but neither excelled there. That said, the lighter haired sibling was a decent wrestler as well, something she regularly employed on her brunette double to bend her to her will. And with the Berengers, who incidentally were cousins of the smaller of the pairs, it was no different. They’d only been living together for a month but already it had become apparent that Romy often followed Remy’s lead.

“Need to make you a bit cleaner first,” the computer geek declared pulling the other’s cheeks apart and tracing the petals of her bloom with the tip of her tongue.

“Clean yes, but we want to save breakfast,” the bigger student spelled out with a giggle as her sibling made herself similarly available to the other Engblom twin. “I get the feeling we’re both going to need it.”

“It’s been so convenient having you around for all of this,” Ragni acknowledged as she gently guided her daughter Gytha’s head up and down on her cock.

“We’re happy to play taxi, Ma’am,” Vanda Mattheus smiled from her perch atop Baby Flori. Grunting slightly the sound of her crackles heralded the diapered 20 year old’s next muddy meal.

“Ragni, please, at least between us,” she insisted. “We work together now.”

“You offered us this great position ... Ragni,” Venda explained addressing the woman old enough to be her mother. “Room, board, a chance to put into use what we studied here, a great work environment.”

“Play environment too,” her sister chimed in with a grin, “What’s not to like?”

“How is the patient?” the dark skinned beauty between them called Amari Adesina queried idly jacking herself as she glanced over at the two Sorensons.

“Have a look for yourself,” Ortensia offered pulling up the camera display on the tablet that was on the table and sliding it over to the orthodontist before sipping her coffee.

“Here, why don’t we put it on the big screen so we can all watch,” the doctor offered turning on the large display on the wall. “Just swipe it up there, they’re linked.”

The five futamutes turned their eyes to the 96 inch monitor and watched the softly undulating body of Kayla O’Riordan beneath only a sheet hiding her midsection. A drip feed just over half empty hung on it’s hook next to the bed. She was restrained now, and her legs were in stirrups. Still unconscious, her hips evenly pushed back against the latex dildo on an arm methodically plunging in and out of her ass. As they observed the sleeping woman they saw the gradual growing arc of an unseen shape beneath the covering.

“She’s come in pretty nicely,” the new arrival praised with a smile. Smaller than most in the room, the lithe dentist was quite striking in appearance. Originally from Uganda, she had an Icelandic father to thank for the violet eyes that offset her tight black curls. The fact that she always wore hair bands made of metal or plastic to display her unique countenance made it plain that she was aware of this as well. “How long has she been on the drip?”

“Since about 10 PM last night,” the Sorenson woman informed her counterpart. “Once she was well under, I inserted the Prostatic Stimulator. Recent research has shown that early installation can actually help the futamutation along on the untanked. She’s been on the rod for ... coming up on eight hours.”

“Look who I found,” Terah announced as the door of the apartment opened. The 24 year old gripped the ass cheeks of Bonilla Alejo guiding her motion as the first year slid up and down on her mammoth meat. For her part the golden brown haired 18 year old’s arms and legs were wrapped around the torso of the grad student helping hold her in place while at the same time she nursed on one of the Amora girl’s ample breasts. “She was in the common room when I went to check on my laundry. She looks a little ... how do that rich and regal say it ... peckish? Anyone here feel like feeding her,” she then asked with a sardonic smile.

“Not us I’m afraid,” Vanda lamented with a sigh steadily losing herself in the pleasant sliding of her shit out of her ass and into the mouth of the girl below.

“We have our own little one here that needs her breakfast,” Venda added smiled pumping spurt after spurt of cum from the Lombardi girl as she looked down upon her tranquil face with a motherly gaze.

“Yes, it is important that you firmly establish that nurturing bond as soon as possible,” agreed Ortensia before turning to the curly redheaded physician and confiding, “I am so looking forward to this dear, watching my daughter become a good little girl for the rest of the sisters.

“I imagine you are,” the Norwegian smiled touching her hand with the other’s. “If you lay her across the table, perhaps Amari might help you out?”

“Actually, that isn’t a bad idea,” the Ugandan agreed standing up. “The closing dinner at the conference was wonderful and I’ve still got it all in me.” Reluctantly tearing her eyes away from the screen, the petite futamute shimmied out of her dress and let it fall to the floor before climbing up on the table.

Ragni peered at the lovely first year as the buxom 24 year old lay her down on the table exposing her gold silk collar, thumbed her lips from her nipple, then straightening up. The Alejo girl was a beauty, and she was starting to thicken nicely. Like most seniors that ended up becoming sisters at the sorority, Bonilla had worked her way up through the ranks of high school until she and her classmates were at the top of that social pyramid. To be certain, there was the graduation ceremony every year, but for the most part among the students, they ruled the roost. One of the sorority’s main objectives once they arrived was to rebalance their dominant and submissive sides, which given their recent standing, meant a concentrated focus on the latter.

Ragni and Enrica Brackenheim, the previous Den Mother had been certain to put the brown eyed brunette in numerous situations since the beginning of the year that would promote obedience. According to her last check-up a week ago, her waistline was 24 inches, which was a three inch increase on her measurements of September and she’d likely add to that in her first two years. She was as tall as the girl whom she had wrapped her legs around but was considerably thinner in build, the legacy of her Seed Mother Chang Mun-Hee. The South Korean also lent to her daughter some of her Asian features, though these were not nearly as pronounced as they were on some. The 51 year old watched the girl’s hips roll as she took the pistoning of Terah’s pipe. It was the biggest in the house. Enrica liked having all of the first year’s ride it at least once and Ragni saw no reason to alter than routine. She was certain that Ortensia would agree.

Now the 18 year old stared through glazed eyes at the descending dark skin of the woman she vaguely remembered from the dentist’s office on Libereco. At least she thought that was what it was. It was hard to focus at the moment. Hands pulled apart the fleshy orbs exposing a slightly lighter interior and a lovely leaking bloom, trembling, trembling. Bonilla licked her lips and breathed in deep the stink, then put her hands on the hips of the other woman and steered her onto her open mouth. Gel then coated her cock. A hand unfamiliar then gripped it and began a steady stroke in time with the massive tool sawing in and out of her ass. She stabbed upwards with her tongue through the tightened petals and into the soft sludgy treat she found within. A seal was made and suddenly her jaw was forced wide.

A lovely thick log of filth slid across her taste buds and she eagerly pushed it down with each swallow. She munched down her mucky repast again and again and again until the rising waves of her heat boiled over. She felt the splatters of her seed on her breasts with each flexing of her throat. Lovely thick, gooey strings of her cum erupted from her ecstasy while she greedily devoured the slimy dirt being fed her. So good, so yummy, so, so very good. Bonilla relaxed her leg’s grip on Terah’s torso, allowing her knees to spread wider, giving the mystery hand more room to maneuver. Over and over and over again her love lava launched itself in glorious salvos as the relentless flow of fudge slid down her throat, just like the figure dressed like a baby in the cradle beside the table she lay on now. Like her, the other girl’s diaper framed cock had spurted globs of her pearly goodness onto her stomach and tits as the first grew rounder and rounder. The image imprinted itself upon her and questions bubbled up from the murk of her mind. “Was she a baby girl like her? Could she be a baby girl like her?” As of yet, no one in the sorority had taken her down that road. But as she continued her lustful journey into bliss, she wondered if one day they might.

Ortensia continued painting the new girls tits with her semen to her mild amusement. The Matteus twins had switched places on the face of her daughter Florianna. When they were done, it would no doubt be back across the hall to visit with her new Mommies. She was going to enjoy being a den mother. She was going to enjoy helping young women find their way in the world around them. Infantilizing her 20 year old daughter into a baby toilet girl had been one of her conditions to accepting the position she was in now. So far the transition was going quite well. There would be rough spots ahead she was sure, but now that she was here full time, the body reduction treatments could begin. In a few months time she would have a curvy, cherubic little girl three feet tall with a nice thick cock, a welcoming rosebud, and an unending hunger for shit. Smiling inwardly at what was to come she glanced around the hips of Amari Adesina into the dreamy eyes of Bonilla Alejo once more and let her imagination take her where it would.

Even though she had made a short night of it on Wednesday to prepare for the Furlan woman’s PRP, Lauren Landry was still a bit bleary when her sister Cynthia met her at the bus stop that morning.

“They did,” Juuli Tamm murmured dreamily, her hand feeling it’s way to the back of Luka’s skull and pulling her further into her fecal canyon. “We didn’t.”

That had been about a half hour and another cup of coffee ago. In that time Helga Ragnarsson, Tamara Kersey, and one of her daughters Naomi Dakota had all wandered into the canteen for their morning brew. But it was time. Caffeine taking its effect she shook the sleep from her head and stood up. “Well, I am awake now,” she muttered.

Cynthia beckoned the buxom freckled nurse who would assist her in the UU over and grabbing her sister’s hands in hers, pulled her to her feet. “Come on, let’s go make a new cocked lady a real futamute.”

Regina Crandall and her daughter Indigo stood in the doorway watching the two figures walking down the sidewalk. She and her daughter had come over for breakfast this morning just to give their younger a couple more familiar faces on this day, her first in her new position. “They had warned her,” the 43 year old thought to herself as she watched the pair get into the car. “They could see that the man their father had lined up to marry her was bad news. Hell, their father was bad news. Otis Merriweather was why she and Ramira had taken their mother’s name and walked out as soon as they were old enough to. They both felt bad at the time leaving Renata behind. But she was in boarding school for most of the year and would be until she came of age. And they had to get out. Still neither of them expected the old man to arrange her marriage. He wouldn’t dare have tried that with either of them.”