Chapter 65: Lessons Learned - Tuesday (Part 5)

It wasn’t as if Katriane had never been stretched before. In her short time on the island, the capacity of her stomach had increased quite substantially. True, she wasn’t tank born. That kind of thing was genetic with futamutes bred here. But there was a treatment for others not native to Libereco. Both she and her mother had been receiving a regular regimen to that end since the first day they grew their cocks. According to her cousins Colleen and Ruby, the entire family had undergone the same a year earlier. So had the MacCarthy’s. Well, all but Mommy Eleanor, who had arrived almost 20 years earlier and had done so then.

She could feel the ache of her stomach’s expansion mingling in with her supercharged lust as the devoured more and more of the slimy fudge of the others. She needed to cum. She needed to cum so, so badly, yes she did. The timid blonde could feel others hands on her body as she methodically swallowed the soft chocolate of Thandeka Wyndham. Almost everyone else in the room had fed her. Only one other remained. A slight shifting and then a torrent of piss from the dark skinned senior flooded her mouth. She gulped the bitter beverage greedily. She needed her thirst slaked. With a final turquoise gaze down her spine, the apprentice clinician sensually lifted herself off of her perch and dismounted from her face.

The Connolly girl looked down on her body now, curious to see what the others had been up to. Her breasts still tingled from the vibrating of the nipple cups but the suction had stopped. She certainly felt empty up top. Her stomach was bloated beyond belief. No wonder she felt so much cramping. She couldn’t even see her cock anymore over it’s mounding, but what she did notice was a diaper peeking out around the sides on her hips. True, unlike other seniors, she wore a Slut Suit every day to school. But somehow this was different. For one, her cock was snuggled tight against her body by the garment, not free like that which she usually wore. But it was more than that really. Wearing it brought on a subtle surrender to innocence that slowly crept through her.

It was then that she saw Brynas begin her ascent. The wrestler had a body made of marble. She had felt so comfortable in her arms when the taller girl had carried her down to the clinic. And now finally here she was, shimmying into position from above. Her eyes found her own as she pulled apart her orbs exposing her lovely browned bloom. Her head was tilted slightly forward as the fleshy crevice descended. She could smell her fecal fragrance. It was mesmerizing. She licked her lips, the feel of sweaty flesh found her cheeks. Her plush pink round surrounded the petals of the other futamute. And then there was a sudden expanding.

Veronique’s hand found the member of the Connolly girl through the diaper. She wasn’t quite as hard as she had been when in the cock nozzle; Still thickened but semi-soft. Wanda and Thandeka had each bent her at the knees and brought both closer to her breasts before restraining her once more. And now the buxom blonde wrestler used her calves as support.

“It is a bit of a process, these new diapers,” Kanda commented as she watched the proceedings.

“But it’s worth it I think,” the Ellesmere woman countered. “Willow says Chimaka over at RDC swears by them now.”

“I know that Dariella has been given a supply,” the senior most physician added.

“It sounds like they’re becoming the new normal,” Veronique surmised.

“It’s a lot easier to keep everything separate,” the Canadian detailed.

“I really like gel pocket surrounding the cock,” the dark skinned nurse enthused.

“Gel pocket?” Thandeka inquired.

“There’s a little cup that sits over the urinal port,” Wanda explained. “When Katriane pisses it all goes into there and from there into the lining around the cock itself where it warms the gel inside and lubricates the material next to her organ.”

“Oooohhhh,” the student nodded with comprehension.

“As you can imagine, it helps establish certain patterns of behavior,” the Amarin woman pointed out, “Especially if you are trying to bring out the wearer’s younger self.”

“And the semen,” Brynas asked with a grin, suddenly interested.

“It has it’s own catchment area separate from the other two,” the Barbadian explained. “The line out on the right is for that, the one on the left is for excess urine. The main chamber is for all the fun stuff,” she added with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

“You know of course about the nanites in the rear lining of the Slut Suits correct?” Kanda asked.

“The ones that make it easier to fuck someone up the ass without removing anything?” the surrogate queried in an attempt at confirmation.

“Yes, the same,” the Thai nodded. “They have those in here as well. But also each unit comes with a pair of inducement rings, one for each port.”

“It’s another measure aimed at further conditioning the subject to accept her new role in life,” Wanda commented somewhat clinically. “We ready?”

“Oh, yeah,” the muscular blonde teenager on top confirmed, waggling slightly before sinking down further on the face she sat upon.

“Let’s begin then,” the eldest among them suggested as the nurse began a steady up and down motion with her hand on the diaper encased flesh.

Katriane’s mind screamed with desire when she felt the grip on her cock slide up and down on her length through the swaddling. Her mouth opened in lust even further than it had and through it a thick slimy morass of sludge slithered across her tongue. As she swallowed, she could feel the painful packing of her stomach start up anew. But at the same time her trembling orifices below that she had struggled to restrain whispered within her their wish to be freed, promising her ecstasy in their emancipation. And in the fecal carnality that had permeated her mind she waivered in her attempts to stay their will. More and more her control over them crumbled, more and more until with an inner sigh she loosed her hold.

The gushing of her piss, the sudden smooth expulsion of her shit, the voices inside of her were right! Wave upon wave of euphoria flooded over her. A wet warmth engulfed her throbbing tool, the sliminess of her filth caressed and cocooned her balls and crevice beneath. And even as she reveled in her waste’s new found liberty more pushed in from above. She arched into the insistent ministrations of the hand desperately over and over and over until abruptly a bright whiteness seared through her. The sheer length of the spurts overwhelmed her. So long, so thick they were. It felt like a month’s worth of her lust was erupting within. Again and again and again she surged, each time adding to the weight of her swaddled offerings. The inner cackling of gleeful madness grew louder and louder as she rode the sensual monsoon backwards in time.

Voices from outside murmured to her then “ ... such a good little girl ... loves filling her diapers for Mommy ... let Mommy feed you her yummy fudge ... nice big spurties ... good, good baby ... cum for Mommy, Sweetie, keep cumming for Mommy...” on and on the voices whispered without until they became voices within. Dreamily she peered up through her grey eyes to find her Mommy’s blue ones. She was a good little baby girl. She did love filling her diapers for Mommy. She did love giving Mommy nice big spurties. She did love being fed Mommy’s yummy fudge. She did love cumming for Mommy. Yes, yes, she was Mommy’s good little baby girl.

“Oh, what’s this?” Kanda asked spotting the new arrivals at the door.

“She twisted her ankle playing volleyball in class,” Rosabella Ruggerio explained as she helped Birna Fischer hobble into the clinic.

“Birna’s on the wrestling team isn’t she?” Veronique asked the buxom senior as the latter began pissing down the throat of her restrained classmate.

“And now you see our dilemma,” the Phys Ed teacher confirmed.

“Thannie, go next door and grab Coach Montrose,” Dr. Amarin requested.

“Yes Ma’am,” the third senior replied with a smile.

“Ask the office to call her mother down to the clinic while you’re there as well,” the Ruggerio woman called after.

“So, we’re going to need to take a look at that Birna,” Dr. Ellesmere instructed. “But where to sit you?”

“I’ve got an idea,” Brynas volunteered with a grin from atop Katriane Connolly, the latter gulping down the former’s golden flow as her diapers continued to expand.

“Jo, Viggie,” Samantha Swaggart greeted as the two juniors slipped into the classroom.

“Who’s winning?” Jolene D Three asked as she curled under her Egg Mother’s arm.

“Too early to really tell yet Sweetie,” the contractor commented extending her other limb to the Bergfors girl. “I can tell you who isn’t though,” she added glancing at the screen of her tablet on the table next to her.

“Ciqala?”

“The Bloomingtree girl looks to be falling behind, yes,” the 43 year old admitted.

“That’s too bad,” Vigdis lamented casting a wistful eye at her younger half-sister as she squeezed in. “She’s good at sucking cock.”