Chapter 68: Family Affairs

“Wait, wait,” Manisa Dakota instructed her daughter. “Ok, go now, the green car is giving you the lane. Straight, straight, now turn, now.” The Sioux futamute quickly scanned the rest of the intersection while guiding her eldest through the turn of the bus. “Hand over hand, just like that. OK, straighten it out and get into the slow lane. Good, good,” she nodded approvingly. It was the 17 year old’s first time driving a bus off island and she wasn’t doing badly at all. “OK, stay in this lane and take the exit ahead on the right, the one marked with the airport sign.” Granted the Jutland city wasn’t downtown Copenhagen for traffic but it certainly was a step up from Libereco.

“How is she doing?” Ejiri Tomoko called out from a couple of seats behind the pair.

“Pretty good Tomi,” the older Native American announced.

“I’ve been practicing in the lot back home,” Anjolie added over her shoulder.

“Never mind the conversation kiddo, eyes on the road,” the 46 year old lightly chastised before quickly scanning the interior of the vehicle.

The Japanese woman followed the eyes of her counterpart and smiled as she saw them take in the rest of her family. They were all there, well all of them but one. Her daughter Yua, who up until recently taught at LPI, and her younger twin stepchildren Kamiko and Yuna. The last, formerly a 15 year old make by the name of Yuuto, had been sissified at the beginning of the school year and was currently undergoing infantilization. As such she was already a few inches shorter than her sibling. They were already conditioning her to see her sister as her mother. Eventually they would apply for formal adoption.

She watched Kamiko cup one hand over the humping groin of Yuna as she held the latter’s head to her breast with the other. While it was true that the 15 year old didn’t have a lot of milk in her 34C breasts, it was never too early to establish good habits. Hopefully, she would grow a bit more there. She didn’t know her husband’s first wife but had seen pictures. She was somewhere between the teenager’s and her own 36Ds. Tomoko was well aware of regimens the clinic offered to help that kind of thing along and increase lactation. As such she already had arranged to have the girl on Milkmade 2.0 to increase her raw numbers in that regard. The actual increase in bust size she hoped would happen naturally.

She peered down at Yua, who much like Yuuto, was rolling her hips into her own hand while suckling on her nipple. Her infantilization process had started only recently. As such she still had most of the 5’6” height she had shown up on the island with. The scientist had borrowed her from the one that would one day call her daughter, her classmate in Stockholm, Maalika Banerjee. Between her and her mother Pushpa, they had done a wonderful job developing her submissive side. She always knew her personality slanted that way but she wanted to wait until she arrived on Libereco and grew her own cock before really furthering her conditioning in that direction. It was always healthier to make a submissive a prisoner of their own lust. Once you had done that, they could be made to do anything.

As it was Yua had recently been transferred from the classroom to the school library which the elder Banerjee ran. Naturally that assignment had gone the way she had expected it to. By the end of her first day there, she had been put in diapers, restrained in a cradle unit, and been put on display at the entrance to the school archives for anyone to use however they wished. And many students had. Since then it had become her routine. The patches that were put on her each morning had been adjusted and now contained Infantiscor. Those the Banerjees wore now contained the related pharmaceutical Infantiscol.

The first when combined with the second accelerated and smoothed out the physical and mental aspects of the target’s conversion to a much younger self. What was most ingenious was the fact that the delivery system of the latter was the milk the subject was breastfed every day. It made for a much more tailored outcome for one could simply remove the catalyst from the subject when the desired level of infantilization was reached. Mother could continue nursing daughter. The Mesmermamillin already contained in the patch would continue working it’s magic as would the other drugs. But the age reduction would cease once the Infantiscor was removed from the equation. It was unsurprising however, that an overwhelming number of parents opted to continue the transformation to it’s natural conclusion.

However, as much as Kamiko could put out and for that matter herself as well, it was likely not going to be enough for the task at hand, nor the one that lay before them. This was the reason that Paget Voedengroot and Venice Hambelton sat across the aisle from the Japanese family. Each, she knew, where patched with Infantiscol and had ample supply in reserve. The first, a nursemaid at Rattles Daycare, was literally bred to breastfeed. At 30 years old, the surrogate’s Egg Mother was Ormanda Montembault one of the three buxom sisters who ran Hot Buns Erotic Bakery. Even more impressive was her Seed Mother Contessa Whatley, whose own curves were some of the most rounded in the community. Moreover both women had waistlines that spoke of stomachs with large capacities. Even the redhead’s hypnopaedics were in line, stressing social aspects in personality, with medical knowledge as a major plank and psychology as a minor one. She knew for a fact that Chimaka Dakota, the establishment’s Head Nursemaid, had followed her university education quite closely.

The senior seated beside her, while not nearly as impressive, cut a fine figure nonetheless. After all, the turquoise eyed brunette’s Seed Mother was none other than Alondra Sandoval, another nursemaid at RDC. There was some talk that she might have been here instead of the Voedengroot woman. But the 46 year old Peruvian had begged off, calling international excursions such as these a ‘young futa’s game’. The third year apprentice was quite stretched around the midsection and it was obvious she had been fed by multiple people. Occasionally a ripple of pain would flash across her face though the girl tried to put on a brave front. She’d have to ask her about that. Maybe once she was done feeding Yua. Once more she looked down. “This was almost perfect,” she mused inwardly as she continued ministering to her daughter’s desires leading her further down the road to infantilization, “Almost.”

“Relish the pain, Baby, make it your bliss,” Paget softly urged giving the student beside her a little squeeze.

“Oooooooohhh,” Venice moaned from the unwanted caress. She was full enough and worse plugged by the dildo in the Slutofier Belt she wore. Every once in a while it would start to slide in and out an inch deeper and vibrate, forcing her thrust and even more agony.

“Sssssssh, you can do it Sweetie, we are almost on the tarmac now,” the 30 year old lied. ‘Almost’ after all, was a matter of perspective. “Just a little longer.” The senior was indeed packed full of shit, the nursemaid knew, but it was not unexpected really. Excursions like this didn’t come up often and one of the third year apprentices were usually selected to be a part of the team. There was most definitely competition to be the one chosen for such an occasion. As it happened, the staff at RDC had plumped for the Hambelton girl over Eva Marie Fabbri and Daya A Four. Her own vote had been for the other surrogate, but she was quite fine with the gym trainer’s eldest daughter as the winner.

But as a result of her victory, the other girls gave her a send off the previous evening. So had Chimaka, Alondra, Greta Kristiansen and herself as well. They had put her in diapers, much like the two Ejiris, and fed her to the point of her having to fill them. And as Venice did, she was stroked to one long continuous orgasm through the swaddling. They had changed her and stored fecal feast in a heated container overnight before fitting her with the belt. In the morning they had pushed the fudge she had ejected back down her throat causing her to fountain up her cream again, though this time into a milking nozzle that provided an unyielding rhythm. However, the plug in her rosebud from the belt ensured that all of that chocolate was going to stay inside of her.

The Voedengroot woman liked the feel of Venice’s lips around her rosebud though the occasions when she had fed her had lessened much since she first selected as an apprentice as a first year. It had been her first year with the daycare center after returning from Stockholm with her doctorate in pediatrics. She had been a part of that selection process then in which the three of them were chosen and took the Hambelton girl under her wing ... and her ass. She had begun training the caramel brown haired girl to be her personal toilet for the next 12 months almost immediately. She would choose a new apprentice each time Career Week came around. After Venice, it had been Ilyana C Two. And this past year it had been another redhead Caprina Zidlicky. The nursemaid had shared her with the brunette beside her over that time. But as of a few days ago, she had started training someone new, Tabitha Vasilakis.