Chapter 49: Sisters ... And Others (Part 17)

Akila Reeves smiled, watching subtle greeting touches being exchanged between those that lived in the house and those that were dinner guests as the group made their way to the table. Pushpa Banerjee scurried back into the kitchen to grab a couple more late additions, as the Chief of Staff made her way around the room, lighting a few sticks of Aphrodium incense on the way. “No reason not to promote a feeling of togetherness,” she joked to herself catching the eye of Erendira Martinez as she moved onto the last of the four.

For her part, the 27 year old directed the others to their seats making sure to place the younger students between the more experienced hands of the others. Nayana Choi, like Darcia Madeira, was just brought to consciousness months ago. She steered her to a place between Aniera Noonan and where she herself would sit eventually. Her younger sister she guided to a chair between Elsa Mae Noonan and the spot she’d set aside for the school librarian. Darcia Madeira was next. She put her with Nabila Reeves and her mother who was just now returning to the table. Finally Ivy Jean Noonan was seated between her younger sister Yamila and Gabriella Madeira.

“Got it,” Pushpa spoke into her phone in the kitchen, adding the Madeira girl’s codes to the three she already had. The raven haired beauty, like her mother, was a last minute addition to the nest’s dinner plans so she had neglected to ask Lucinda Choi for them with the others she knew would be attending. It’s too bad that the doctor couldn’t make it tonight, but such were the demands of the medical profession. “I’m certain we will. Too bad you couldn’t be here for it. I’ll make sure Nayana enjoys herself. Talk to you later,” she conversed before ending the call.

She glanced at the others chatting amongst themselves through the serving window as she set the implants of the four youngest to a slow climb of 0.8 points every five minutes. They’d start churning now but would only start feeling it in 15 minutes. She stuck her phone back into her pocket, removed her apron, and grabbed a couple more large serving forks. Re-entered the dining area, the Indian futamute flashed Akila a knowing glance as she took her seat between her and the girl whose control sequence she had just inputted.

“Dig in everyone,” the Banerjee woman declared, handing out the utensils she had brought with her. “There’s a lot to eat here.”

Ciji Wang bent her knees and spread the sides of her canyon of mud, then lowered herself until she felt the cheeks below press up against her own. Waggling slightly while she descended, she pressed down further, wedging the dentist’s face deep in her pungent cleft. This was a first for her, feeding Lauren Landry. It felt so good to have her nestled in her stink, her lips caressing her rosebud. She wondered if any of the girls over at the orthodontists knew that she was a shitslut. It wouldn’t be a surprise really, given that her mother ran the place. Still, her good friend Gillian Baros had never mentioned it and the short curvy Asian had never been shy about mentioning Milena Hlaváč, their nest toilet, at band practice. “It wasn’t really the same though,” she confessed inwardly. “Everyone knew that ‘Lena’s mouth was open fulltime at The Mahogany Lounge. That really wasn’t a secret. Probably most everyone in the room had used her at some point.”

The 16 year old had watched her Seed Mother Naomi Dakota spool the last of her slimy goodness into the curly haired redhead as the Landry woman’s older sibling pumped glob after glob of her cream into the air. It was all so arousing. She could feel herself harden just thinking about it. The freckled teenager gazed wistfully at Zuzanna Kladivo, who on her knees, was sucking Dr. Tamm’s cock while getting fucked by the younger Dr. Ragnarsson. She wondered if she could get the new nurse to wrap her lips around her rod. She smiled and relaxed, letting her starfish expand and forcing the jaw below her to stretch. She looked back over her shoulder upon the upturned face of Lauren Landry and pushed. Her curved lips evolved into a bit of an arrogant smirk as she felt her own soft tube of filth, slide out of her assflower and into the mouth that framed it. Ciji regarded the submission of the older futamute countenance with her developing dominance as she watched her steadily devour her mud. She didn’t have to turn forward, the undulating of the rounded body beneath her told the apprentice that the toilet she was currently using was cumming once more.

Vivien opened her eyes to see Mommy Gitte looking down at her and tucking her in nice and tight. Her legs and arms were still and her little clitty poked up proudly from her diapers. Now however, her involuntary thrust slid it up and down in a clear cylinder that had been attacked to her crib. “Time for mommy to take her little girl on a walk,” she lilted pushing a cock shaped nipple of a baby bottle suspended above her past her lips.

“Such a good little girl she is,” Karla complimented as the other Danish futamute wheeled her new daughter from the nursery and into the hall. Following the first she peered behind her and saw a second group falling in behind them. The two other Vesterburg girls, Jørdis and Asta, were restrained in beds that were being rolled towards them by Anna E Four and Athena Hlaváč. Like Vivien, both humped their stiff pipes into fixed cock nozzles whose inner ribs slid up and down on their greasy lengths as they did. Unlike the first however, they wore ball gags and their stomachs were quite rounded in fullness. Behind them were four others, Dr. Gatimu held hands with her daughter Tammy and Anya Basov, a nurse temporarily on exchange from Aarhus, had her fingers entwined with Tori Babineaux as they strolled towards the newly made sissy and her minders. There were tell-a-tale brown smears on each of the student’s faces that spoke to recent feeding and a slight rounding to their bellies.

“Vivien looks like she is adapting quite well,” Kioni Gatimu complimented peering into the crib as they pulled up.

“She’s come a long way in the past 24 hours,” nodded the Larsen woman. “She’s still going through it but so far she’s been impressive.”

“She drank all of mommy’s milk while mommy fucked her pussy,” Gitte informed the others.

“Then spurted in her own mouth,” added the other Dane.

“Doesn’t look like she has-” Anya Basov began.

“-she hasn’t,” interjected the new basketball coach not wanting to give anything away. “We were hoping they could be a part of that,” she proposed nodding to her two naturally born daughters, their newly formed cocks thrusting upwards visible over the rounds of their stomachs.

“I’m sure that won’t be a problem,” the short nurse smiled let her hand slide across the bulge of Asta’s belly. “We all took a turn.”

“Do you have anything left?” the Mahogany haired futamute queried. “It’s a crowded room where we’re going to next.”

“We all had a snack afterwards,” the dark skinned physician revealed. “And then I patched everyone up with Fecalmillium. We’ll all grow some yet, I’m sure.”

“I can already feel it,” Tori Babineaux giggled as a sputtering of her gradual swelling escaped her cheeks causing the other students to join her in mirth.

“They drank our milk,” Anna E Four reported still grinning indicating the blonde junior next to her.

“They’re still swimming in it too,” Athena Hlaváč declared, casting her grey eyes upon the duo’s glazed violet ones.

“Isn’t she?” the younger Gatimu asked her parent, seeing the cribbed blonde suckling rhythmically on her bottle in time to her thrust.

“Always better to be safe Dear,” the clinic’s administrator answered, “especially for this last part. Best we don’t dally,” she then suggested pushing the first down the hall once more. “We don’t want to keep everyone waiting.”

“You’ve never really had a chance to get to know Caroline have you Nooni?” Bagheera asked the younger engineer stroking the nine inch piece of the last as the 26 year old’s eyes focused on the older futamute’s seductively twisting hips. “I mean, not really,” she clarified, her free arm applying pressure to the Zare woman’s shoulders. “You see her every day when you come in, but she’s always sitting at her desk isn’t she? And maybe you give her a friendly hello or some such, but then walk to your desk am I right? You are such a hard worker I’ve noticed.” The CEO pressed down more, methodically leading the pair’s slide down the back of the extended couch while the Sievers woman lifted a leg over the body of the taffy brunette to straddle her moving body.

“How are we doing there Caroline?” the black haired Indian queried quickly slipping a cushion under the back of the other scientist’s head.

“It’s a little tight,” the grey haired receptionist lied as she shuffled backwards on her knees some, mimicking a need for further leverage.

“She does have a nice ass doesn’t she Nooni?” the Shastri woman purred as the two of them watched it creep towards them. “Such a lovely deep crack she has, the kind that a curious girl like you would want to take a closer look at. Would you like to do that Nooni? Would you like to take a closer look at Caroline’s crack? Go on then Dear, go on. Pull her cheeks apart so you can see it all.”

Robotically, the blue eyed girl obeyed. As her hips thrust easily up and down in time to the stroking of her superior, her hands found the rounds of flesh now only inches from her face. Her fingers inched towards the other’s pungent darkness and finding purchase therein, applied their insistent pressure opening up the canyon before her.

“Such a lovely deep crack she has, doesn’t see Sweetie?” Bagheera reiterated as the eldest among them shuffled backwards even more. This hiss of her wind filled the air before the pair with the stink of the third. “Sniff Dear, sniff, smell Caroline’s scent,” she urged maintaining her masturbatory pace. “Good, good girl,” she then praised as flesh touched flesh from the first time. Lick her now, lick the wall of her crevice, soak her starfish with your spit, savour her Baby, get to know our lovely Caroline.”

Dutifully Nooni inhaled deeply through her nose, letting her jaw slacken as her tongue made a hesitant appearance. She breathed once again, letting the fragrance of the receptionist inundate her senses. Her blue eyes lidded and then abruptly, her pink taster darted forward and began frantically swabbing the walls of the older woman’s ass crack. Back and forth and back and forth it swept grabbing up all the brown grease that lingered there until eventually it found the center of her desire, the bumpy petal’s of Caroline’s rosebud.

“Deeper Sweetie, deeper,” the raven-maned futamute encouraged, shifting into sitting positon while the other remained on her back. “Push past her lovely bloom, fuck her ass with your tongue.”

Swept up in her lust now she eagerly complied, feeling the weight of the woman above settle down upon her even more pinning her in place. Again and again she lashed out within the fleshy tube greedily gulping down the soil syrup she found there.

Bagheera glanced at her long time receptionist. She had been one of those who had trained her and her sister in toiletry so long ago, one of the last remaining truth be told. “Most of the rest had all gone through reversion already and had become Baby Bulls at the processing plant, strapped in every day to be fed by and feed the machine,” she mused privately. “They would both undergo a similar process at some point she knew, so would her younger sister. They all would eventually. But they may as well have fun while they waited.” The 62 year old tilted her head and caught her eye with her slightly lidded ones. She was ready she could tell. Shifting her gaze slightly, she drew the attention of her granddaughter Ramana and waved her over with her free hand

Caroline luxuriated in the cleaning she was receiving from the taffy brown haired futamute. This was a first for her, but it was for no other reason but happenstance. The girl had only been there a few months and the two had simply never crossed paths under this circumstance. But as she felt her vigorously delve deeper with her tongue, she was happy she did on this day. She could feel herself loosening, she could feel her sludge sliding down. She chewed her bottom lip, sighed, favoured her boss with a look of carnal contentment, and relaxed as she felt her anal canal rapidly expand.

“So good,” Nooni thought, “so, so good.” Her tongue flickered back and forth, round and round reaching for whatever detritus it could find. She had watched the wiggle of the older futamute from afar the few times she had seen her out from behind her desk crossing the floor. She wasn’t sure but she thought she had the largest ass in the place. Not that it mattered really, it just felt so good to be under it now. Her flesh pressing against the other’s, held in place, she welcomed her imprisonment. She drilled as deep as she could, her hips undulating to the rhythm of her boss’s insistent hand sliding up and down her slippery pipe urging her desire to a higher place.

And then there it was, the sudden expansion of her jaw that she knew would eventually come. Her lips were pushed apart by the blooming bud framed within them and her mouth filled with slimy chocolate from above. Her swallowing was instinctive but also measured. Serving a superior was by no means foreign to her, she had done so often enough at the garage and more than a couple times since she had been here. It is why they had given her the collar on her first day. She had her own assignments of course, one of which was taking Ramana Shastri under her wing, but she also needed to attend to the fecal needs of her colleagues when such arose. And here she was again, dutifully fulfilling the requirements of her position.

Once, twice, three times she was jacked and then her thick nine inches offered up her pearly goo. It felt so good, feeling her bliss rapidly rise around her, her ecstasy leaping above it’s rising tide as she methodically swallowed the tube of soft shit that traversed her taste buds. Wave upon wave of her lust lapped at her consciousness as the eruption of her seed timed itself to the flexing of her throat. A second hand, she didn’t know whose, joined the first and eventually replaced it. Her Indian supervisor chinned the secretary’s shoulder and caressed her hair with one hand as the two peered down at her. Again and again and again, her cock fountained up it’s cream and again and again and again, she greedily devoured the chocolate delight. Working at EngInno Designs had always been a long held dream for her and now here she was, Nooni Zare, dutifully, eagerly, fulfilling the requirements of her position.

“You’ve really outdone yourself this time Pushpa,” the Wales native complimented stuffing another forkful of linguine alfredo into her mouth.

“You should try the bolognese as well,” suggested her daughter Elsa Mae, has a just the right amount of seasoning.

“I’m partial to the pesto myself,” declared Gabriella reaching over to add more rotini to her plate, “but the béchamel looks interesting.”