Chapter 52: Lessons Learned - Monday (Part 1)

“Everyone have a good Winterfest?” Sonja Hofmaier queried as she shut the door to the conference room just off of the main reception office at LPI and turned towards the table. She had purposely worn a scoop neck blouse that showed off her newly measured breasts. All that surplus milking had finally paid off. The subsequent temporary swelling and become permanent. Her visit to the clinic this morning confirmed it; she finally had a pair of 37Ds and she was loving it.

“It seems you certainly did,” chortled Rita Montrose, her Vice-Principal. Almost 25 years her senior, the chances of her adding another inch and matching the dark skinned Frenchwoman’s 38Ds were not high. “You’re almost as big as me now, though on your frame your new rack is more noticeable,” she then admitted.

“There’s still hope for me I think,” Aryana Habib peeped up raising her hand hesitantly, her slightly smaller endowments none the less impressive for a 26 year old.

“You have the Montembault genes in you Honey,” Anastasia Huntington pointed out with a smirk reaching over and grabbing a cock shaped pastry from the plate at her end of the table. “Tits are just not a thing they do small over there at the bakery.”

“Nice of them to send those over,” Lorena Montrose complimented ripping a honeyed ass cheek from the square of 16 in front of her. Like Sonja succeeded her mother to her post, it was likely the guidance counselor would follow hers into the #2 desk once she stepped down in a couple of years.

“If they are all in here,” Erika Hofmaier asked, indicating Anastasia, Aryana, and Verona Bouwmeester, the three front office staffers at the table, “who’s out there?”

Sonja grinned inwardly. Her mother never missed a trick.

“Maisie Corbett,” the 47 year old transplanted American replied. “I brought in a bit of help today as well. Eydis Faranzeh and Aadrika Shastri both have spares in first period. They’re out front too.”

“And after the first?” the 64 year old pressed.

“Carlotta Lombardi and Naazima Zidlicky,” the raven haired secretary detailed. “I’ve got a list of others I haven’t yet selected from for the afternoon. This could well go on the entire week.”

“Extra service hours for the girls,” Rita approved with a nod.

“So does everyone have the Career Week Schedule?” the principal probed steering the conversation back to matters at hand.

“I do ... I do ... I do...” Verona repeated quickly leafing through the papers in front of her before triumphantly holding up the relevant document. “I do!”

“OK, let’s go through it once more before classes start,” the 38 year old directed.

“Hey,” Athena Hlaváč called out from the sidewalk as the Vesterberg girls disembarked from the bus. “First day at LPI right? You’re going to love it here.” The 16 year old stepped away from the mass of milling students out in front of the school and stepped towards the pair with three others tagging along.

Asta clung to her older sibling Jørdis and looked about nervously. Since the two of them had been grown their own cocks over that weekend and had been introduced to the dietary habits of the island her life had changed, both of theirs had. The newly made futamutes lived with their mother and their now sissy father Vivien whom they increasingly treated like a younger sister. There were five others in the household. The Matron of their Nest, as the locals called these family units, was Mommy Ilena Thomlinson and she worked in the hydroponic greenhouses at the edge of town. Her daughter Azalea, a junior apprenticed there as well. Dark skinned and curvy, the 47 year old’s long auburn brown box braids fell nearly to her waist. By contrast the other, as tall as their mother, had a fuzzy black afro exploded Einstein-like from her head. Each had cocks much larger than their own and the teenager’s was actually bigger than her parent’s.

Another Danish family, the Kristiansen’s was also a part of their group. Saffi, the unit’s senior, was the same height as she was. The bobbed redhead was well proportioned for all that though, even if she didn’t rival the others between the legs. She apprenticed at the investment firm in town and had already decided to study finance once she graduated. Her mother, Gerda had a figure that rivaled her mother’s though on a shorter frame. The brunette was of a size that was close to the largest. She had secured her older sister Jørdis an apprenticeship at the local farmer’s market where she worked. She would be joining the older woman for her first shift after school today. The younger Vesterberg was told that apparently she had to wait until she was a sophomore to find her placement.

Lastly, there was Amber Holloway. She was the youngest Nest Parent at 25. Her long loose wheat blonde curls and grey eyes gave her a bit of an angelic appearance. Asta found herself drawn to her more than the others she wasn’t sure why. From what she understood, she was brought in specifically as the household’s medical presence as she worked at the breeding lab in town her mother told her of. Maybe that was it. Both had been fed by all of them but for their new little sister. And each had fed her and each other multiple times since beginning their new life on the island. She and Jørdis had become comfortable with sleeping with the faces nestled in the other’s fleshy crack. At first they had to bind them that way when they went to sleep at night, but that was no longer necessary. It had become the norm for the sisters once they went to bed. Still, the 14 year old was nervous with her first day at a new school with a new cock. She tightened her grip on the arm of her sibling as the group approached.

“You both know Tammy of course,” the basketball forward bantered indicating the daughter of the doctor that had overseen their futamutation.

“Good to see you again,” she grinned reaching in to cop a feel of the younger girl’s fledgling cock.

Asta swayed slighting and sighed as her member hardened under the touch.

“Feels like you’re ready for your first day,” she giggled letting her fingers linger as she slid in beside her.

“These are two more members of the basketball team, Lotte DeBoer and Vritta Agarwal,” the blonde then introduced steering the two towards Jørdis. Lotte you’ve probably seen on the court, she is one of our better players. Vritta here, is in the same grade as you, she’s still working her way into the rotation.

“I kind of flip between small and big forward,” the sophomore added lightly embracing the older Vesterberg before sliding her hand down the front of the 15 year old’s school uniform skirt. “I’m actually her aunt,” she revealed nodding to the Gatimu girl. The doctor who did your procedure and I are sisters genetically. It’s where I get my skin tone. My mother is Punjabi.”

The two older players watched as the younger pair nestled themselves next to the new arrivals and brought them both to stiffness.

Jørdis glanced around uneasily to see if anyone else was looking in their direction. The way the group was standing the two juniors had more or less afforded the Tammy and Vritta the privacy the required to toy with the two Danish girls. The hand felt so nice on her new cock but she was sure this wasn’t proper. Others who were milling around before going to class had formed small gatherings themselves. The 5’9” futamute spotted another girl, a blonde being guided down to her knees by a third, an Asian, who squatted beside her. Moments later the first’s mouth was filled by the cock of a student with long black hair while the arm of the other moved up and down in front of the one she held close. She chewed her bottom lip anxiously, eyes glued to the actions of the trio, and succumbed to the stroking of her own organ.

“So as you can see we have the riding club and the florists this morning,” the principal detailed spelling out the day’s lineup, “and CRG as well as Shutterburg’s in the afternoon.” Career Week was an important time for the first years as well as the local businesses. To be sure most of the shops in town had already compiled a list of those they would be interested in bringing on as apprentices in the fall. But the majority though they might have a favourite or two had not really pared that down at all. Their presentations throughout the week would help them do that. At the same time the students that would be the focus of attention had only been out of the tank for five months. It was true, each had the genetic preferences of their parents and each had the specialties of their hypnopaedic education. But most really didn’t know their minds at this point and only began to fill out their own preferences a bit later, often after a follow up visit to the places of the presentations that interested them.

“Who’s doing the Blossoms and Blooms?” Anastasia asked.