Chapter 51: Sisters ... And Others (Part 19)

Akila Reeves pushed the cradle containing Baby Connie into the living room that adjoined the dining area the others occupied, setting the brake so she sat squarely in front of the picture window facing the street. As the former Deputy Mayor had become more comfortable with her new place in life she had done this more and more. She doubted the 53 year old noticed but if she did, understood the reason for her placing her there, but she hoped she would soon. She peered through the glass. It was nearly dark and the streets were empty. “It’s supper hour,” she lamented to herself somewhat dejected. Turning back to the table, she smiled then. “Baby Connie is up from her nap and needs to be fed. Who wants to go first?”

“She needed this,” Helga Ragnarsson thought as she gazed down lovingly at her youngest daughter. Once she had pushed her head into the Vesterberg girl’s crevice, Alva had reached out with her own arms to pull herself further in. And once Anna embrace had encircled her waist, once her hand had found her pipe and once her cock had penetrated her starfish, she had surrendered to her lust. Eyes closed in rapture, her swallowing was methodical. The thick spurts of her cum, not immediate had eventually erupted from deep within. A pool of her cream was rapidly forming on the floor in front of her, each stroke, each flexing of her throat, beckoning yet another volley of her pearly goodness forth.

The 55 year old shared a glance with the student that was pummeling second child anally. Her off hand had found a perch on the other doctor’s slowly growing paunch. With her thin frame, Alva’s belly bulge had always been easy to detect in its early stages. The redhead strapped onto the bed was beginning to filling her up nicely. And she had so much more to give yet by the looks of her stomach. Watching her daughter revert to her submissive youth, as short lived as it might be, stirred up memories, stirred up feelings. She sighed and luxuriated in her past as she watched it unfold before her.

Anna E Four smirked, studying the older doctor’s face slacken as her desire grew. Watching the one she was currently fucking munch down mouthful after mouthful of shit was having an effect on the blonde woman. The senior could hold her load forever, she’d always had a talent for that. And as long as Alva Ragnarsson was enjoying her fudgy feasting, she saw no reason to disrupt her orgasm with her own. Her mother, on the other hand, was melting with lust. She found Tori’s eyes with her own. The 17 year old had always made a point of getting to know her ‘Tank Sisters’. It was something a lot of surrogates kept track of.

On her Seed Mother’s side, there was the girl kneeling next to her, another that worked in the town library of the same age, Raven Ballentyne, Darcia Madeira, who was a year younger than both, and Elwyn Maddocks, the same age as she was. All had the Babineaux dark hair colouring, it was the thing that bonded them together. Her Egg Mother was Brigitta Grönlund. She had four children, two of which she raised in her own nest. Maja, now in her second year in university, was the only one of those not to inherit the woman’s blue eyes. Ulla had. She was in her Phys Ed class Wednesdays and Fridays. So had Justine D Two, a backup forward on the basketball team. The two surrogates and also bred strong to the teacher’s 5’ 11” height, being but an inch shorter.

Tori shared a mischievous flash with her half-sibling as the pair continued to goad the desires of the Norwegian’s higher and higher. Suddenly she adjusted her method and began churning with her tongue, swabbing the crown of the doctor’s tool then swimming its pointy tip along the underside of the nine inch meat in her mouth. A sudden groan from above, the tightening of fingers in her hair, and a rapid increase in thrust was the response to her increased vigor. The 15 year old relaxed her neck and let herself be taken along for the ride, fueling it’s fury with her oral machinations. Over and over the blonde slid her flesh across her taste buds until finally the throbbing length offered forth it’s release. Long spurts of creamy goo coated her cheeks and throat, her swallowing was reflexive. Ecstasy painted itself on the face of the older futamute as her own glowed with triumph. She’d always been good at this. Her mother had taught her well and since the nest re-organization last month Sakura Swaggart had been using her every morning. It was just too bad Miss Farzaneh wasn’t here. She was having trouble in history and her teacher had a cock as big as hers.

Anya Basov meandered through the crowded break room towards the sisters she had met in the hallway earlier in the day. Things had been so different only a few hours ago. She had heard rumours in high school about Lauren’s submissive side, but being two years younger than she was, the brunette never saw it first hand. Younger girls dominating older ones wasn’t as prevalent then as it was now and usually only initiated by an adult somehow related to the situation. Watching her now however, she wished one of her teachers had taken her aside back then. Cynthia’s Seed Mother, Ramona Garner had been a teacher back then. As the older Landry woman let her sister clean her up after finishing pissing down her throat, she superimposed the older futamute over the face of the 31 year old in her mind. She would have loved to see that.

The 29 year old double checked the urinal feed and the seal on the cup at the end of it. Lauren had been writhing for some time now, at least since she had arrived. Some of it was due to the constant stroking of her eight inch cock, but given the size of her stomach and her current folded over position, she suspected it was something else. Her stomach was well rounded now and it was likely that her bladder was similarly full. No, she suspected her squirming in her bonds was due to something else entirely. The physician caught sight of her as she was dismounting from the bed.

“Looks like I’m arriving just in time,” the Kazak/Native American crossbreed declared unbuttoning her lab jacket once more.

“Cynthia was just finishing up Dear,” Patricia Landry murmured luxuriating in the embrace of Tamara Kersey. “But I’m sure she has room for more in there.”

“You sure, Doc?” the nurse questioned in mock concern. “She looks rather full and pretty fidgety at the moment.”

“Yes, that’s the part of her I remember from years back,” the orthodontist reminisced. “She always tried to hold everything in. That’s just her way of telling you she needs to be fed again.” The copper red haired woman separated herself from the older strawberry blonde, trading looks, the pair flanked the younger medical professional and helped her into position over the 31 year old and pushed down on her shoulders.

Sinking slowly over the gyrating amber eyed futamute Anya pulled her cheeks apart as the latter’s eyes widen at the sight of yet another trembling brown bud. Flesh touched flesh and the Aarhus stationed medic rocked the lips beneath her open until she felt them framing her rosebud. The Fecalmillium that Kioni had injected them with back in the recovery room had gone straight through her. The increase in her waistline was noticeable even as she had disrobed. With a lazy smile she settled herself down in the face below and relaxed, letting her bladder run free until there was nothing left for the younger dentist to drink.

Then the Basov woman sealed her starfish to Lauren’s mouth and let her waste slither out of her. Smiling she turned forward once more and leaning forward, kissed the swollen stomach that had risen between the legs she sat on. Holding it firm, a hand on either side, she gradually increased her weight upon it. There was a muffled moan and the tube attached to the Landry woman’s pisshole yellowed. More pressure was added. There was another outburst from below and a crackling from in front of her. Cynthia had moved in and gripped her sibling’s cock, pumping steadily as she swallowed. Abruptly a thick, soft tube of shit fountained up from the asshole in front of her. The darker skinned Landry wasted no time in coating the pipe she milked in slimy goodness. She sampled it’s flavor with her free hand before offering it to the visiting nurse. The petite brunette allowed herself to taste then shared a look of amused arrogance with the futamute’s sister, mother, and the town’s top psychologist as she forced the redhead to cede control of her body.

Lauren felt the familiar hand of her sister sliding up and down on her length, keeping close to her edge, waiting, waiting. More shit slithered across her tongue and down her throat and she struggled to find a place for it. She was so full now, so very, very full. Even as she reflexively thrust up and down she could feel the cramps within her rising. It all mashed together and mixed in her head. The anxiety of having to push even more filth in, the painful throbbing as she did so, the lingering strings of humiliation that had been with her since she woke up, and the lust from her sibling’s touch, growing stronger, thicker, bubbling over the sides of her emotional cauldron.

Weight from above; she had nothing left within her to fight against it. The gates of her bladder flew open and her piss flooded forth. But still more pressure, more pressure added to that pushing down her into her stomach in the form of Anya’s slimy chocolate sludge. Cynthia was bringing her closer now. Her mother and Dr. Kersey looked down upon her their eyes meeting hers as she struggled, their own lit up in anticipation. She understood then. They were just going to keep feeding herself until she gave into them completely, until there was nothing left of her free will. Up and down, up and down, up and down, the fingers flew on her tool. Her answering gyrations encouraged their ravishes. More and more filth was packed into her. And with a last gasp of resistance, she surrendered once more.

Relaxing, the 31 year old allowed her rosebud to expand and submitted weight of the woman feeding her. Her fudge slid smoothly upwards and found its freedom. And as it did, her cock erupted. Long ropes of her cum launched themselves from her as she felt her mud tumble downwards onto her cock and balls then pile up once more on her ass. Her sister’s hand used the newborn waste to increase her lubrication, heightening her ecstasy as her creamy load loosed itself from her. Again and again and again the waves of her bliss crashed against consciousness. Her shit continued to rapidly spool out of her. More hands joined the first and her skin was coated thickly in her chocolate paste by them. Further and further she was pulled under by her carnal glee.

She could feel the pace at which Anya’s sludge coiled out of her decease before finally ceasing altogether. Her tongue desperately swabbed and slashed trying to get every last bit of her filth. And even as she did so Lauren pushed her own mudslide into existence, each spasm causing another spurt from her loins. There was so much more inside of her, she could cum forever. Cleaned, the petite nurse stood up, reversed her position and lowered herself once more. She watched her reach back, returning her arm moments later with a palm full of shit. Slathering it on her bobbing cock, she gripped her head in two soiled hands. The submissive futamute’s amber eyes lidded once more.

“Time for dessert Baby, time for dessert,” the other futamute snickered, beginning to fuck her face.

“Yes, yes,” she repeated inwardly watching the browned flesh pierce her willing pucker, luxuriating in its fudgy flavor, its pungent scent. “Time for dessert.”

“My Darcia is so full right now,” Gabriella Madeira pointed out when Akila Reeves floated the question. “She has been a little piggy all day long. She even scarfed down a load of Tomoko’s fudge on the bus over here.”

“Sounds like she had been a good little girl,” the Chief of Staff acknowledged checking the knee and elbow bindings on Baby Connie once more. Keeping her froglegged in her crib allowed for easier access to all of her treasures. Recently the redhead had allowed her the use of her forearms as she had grown more comfortable with her new life. She smiled At the struggles of the black haired 14 year old as she clenched her legs together, trying to keep everything she had eaten inside of her. “Would Darcia like to be the first to feed Baby Connie?” she then asked the student stepping towards the edge of the table she now hung her legs over

Anxious and cramping the teenager mutely nodded her head up and down while chewing on her bottom lip. She was afraid to move but at the same time afraid not to. She could feel her bowels churning, making even more shit out of that which she had already eaten. Her mother stood on one side and Miss Reeves the other, and together guided her over towards the structure in front of the living room window. She was wearing her favourite satin panties; black with little red silk rose hiding button fasteners on each hip and a flourish of the same decoration around her cock. With each lurching step her body threatened to betray her. She knew when he mother told her about dinner with the Noonan’s she would likely end up on her back with her mouth open, but she had not expected to be packed this full.

The research scientist glanced over at the bureaucrat and the two shared a smile at the distress of the first’s daughter. Even a couple of the others at that able had taken notice now. Yamila Martinez, her cock half hard now after emptying her two successive loads into willing asses, cuddled once more with Ivy Jean, idly jacking her as they watched. Others though we caught up in their own activities. Aniera Noonan and Pushpa Banerjee had laid Nayana Choi down next to the youngest of Baby Connie’s children. The litigant had handed the librarian a series of chains and padded clamps to place on the 14 year old. As the first backed up over the Asian’s face, the Indian native attached each of the ends to the girl’s nipples and balls.

Though it was not something she would have chosen for herself, Pushpa was not above occasionally helping another introduce a third to the pleasure/pain principle when the mood suited her. And it did now. She pinned the young brunette’s knees apart with her own, sunk her iron into beautiful brown bloom before her and began to steadily plunge in and out. The black haired woman met the eyes of her blonde counterpart, the latter pulling her cheeks apart then rocking back and forth on the face beneath her. A nod in confirmation, and a sudden slackening of the 55 year old’s hips, and the flexing of the first year’s throat told the archivist that the Welsh native’s shit was slithering down the other’s throat.

With a slight smirk, she gripped the girl’s cock in her free hand, matching her stroke to that of her own thick tool. At the same time, she gently pulled upwards on the ring the four chains were attached to mimicking the rhythm of the other two. It was a delicate hand that was needed here she knew. There would be time to lessen the padding and increase the tension on the clamps. But for now what was essential was to establish the presence of pain, as small as it might be in the ecstasy that would accompany her orgasm. Her fledgling pipe, thick for her age thanks the genetics supplied by Lorinda Choi and Lorena Montrose, erupted with gooey spurts of cream with each tug, with each swallow. Whimpers alternated with groans as Nayana’s full belly became yet fuller, her inner conflict audible to the two older futamutes. Again and again Pushpa goaded her emotions along the path Aneira had laid out for her future apprentice. The descent of the blonde’s fudgy filth continued fuelling her bliss, wedding it to the agony that accompanied it until eventually only the groans remained, bringing forth a mutual glow of triumph.

“You’re not going to make it over there are you Sweetie?” Gabriella asked her youngest when she stopped and pinched her knees together.

Slowly the black haired girl shook her head, chewing her bottom lip, trying to squint away the tears of her cramps. She had really wanted to feed the baby too. Normally she would be on the other end of such trysts, as she had been all day long. She was so close too.

“That’s OK, Dear,” her mother comforted. “Squat for me Darcia, squat like you do at home for Ilyana, when she asks. Mommy will help,” she added sliding in behind her, turning her towards the table, and pushing down on her shoulders.

“But Mommy, this are my favourite panties,” she pouted as she sunk slowly towards the floor.

“Your favourite panties?” Akila queried with a reassuring smile.

“Tyler has a pair in baby blue and she wants to be like her big sister,” the Portuguese futamute related. “She’s even trying out for the swim team.” The 38 year old then turned back to her youngest. “On your toes now, legs apart, lean against Mommy,” she instructed pushing the insides of her knees apart.

The 14 year old trembled in the arms of her parent, trying desperately to maintain control but obediently following the directives she was given. She felt a familiar hand grip her small cock and begin to pump. A second felt beneath it until it found her urinal port through the satin. She felt the touch of a single finger, tracing, teasing. She looked down in panic, she couldn’t hold back anymore. Torrents of her piss gushed out of her, soaking her panties. Moments later, a rapid series of popping noises heralded the second release of her soft, slimy shit.

Horrified, she watched as her sludge rapidly coiled out of her in front of everyone at the dinner party, and a steady stream of her golden flow poured onto the floor from her gusset. This was something that was normally private between her Mom and the buxom redheaded goalie. And she was normally wearing diapers when she did this. She didn’t think even her sister was aware of it. And now there they all were, watching her shit herself for their amusement.

This wasn’t like school where most everyone wore a slutsuit. Making a mess in one of those was something treated quite casually, even enjoyed by those involved. Oftentimes, the fruits of such occasions were shared among those present. But this, this? She was alone and on display on this stage at the mercy of her mother. She dare not look up.