Libereco
Copyright© 2023 by Juxtaposition
Chapter 69: Family Affairs (Part 2)
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 69: Family Affairs (Part 2) - Libereco is a series of stories about a fictional independent community of Futanari hybrids on an island somewhere in the Kattegat/Skagerrak area between Denmark, Norway, Sweden, and Germany that takes place chronologically in a present day current events exclusionary bubble but contains near future science.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Mult Consensual Drunk/Drugged Hypnosis NonConsensual Reluctant Teen Siren CrossDressing TransGender Fiction Futanari Restart School Workplace Incest BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond PonyGirl Group Sex Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Interracial Anal Sex Analingus Double Penetration First Lactation Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Scatology Sex Toys Voyeurism Water Sports Babysitter BBW Big Breasts Doctor/Nurse Public Sex Size Teacher/Student Infantilization Transformation Illustrated
“We’re all medical professionals here Mr. Koizumi,” he remembered the nurse smiling ... or smirking when he hesitated. “Anything you have under there, we’ve already seen many times before. Now remove your clothes and then sit up on the bed there.”
Reluctantly the accountant disrobed casting a glance around for one of those tie in the back gowns that he might slip on but finding none.
“Well, his wife had insisted he undergo this medical,” he thought as he folded his trousers and placed them on top of his shirt on a chair. “Well, not her actually. It was the government that ran the island she lived on. They were very thorough when it came to keeping illness to a minimum on Libereco apparently.” He had looked it up, Libereco. It was a small place, but quite impressive if what he was reading was true. It was world renowned in genetics and they were also the inventors of Quickrete, a fast hardening cement that was slowly being adopted as the go to in crisis construction. Their education system was first rate as well by the list of graduates he saw. They had a feeder system to the schools of four European cities that was expanding to five as well as additional arrangements elsewhere. Yua had graduated from one such university in Stockholm and now his twins Kamiko and Yuuto were attending high school in the community as well.
“Ready, Mr. Koizumi?” the taller woman called over her shoulder as she looked at the screen of her computer. Straightening up, she then turned around. “On the bed then,” she instructed with a gesture before approaching. “I’m going to have to restrain you now,” she explained. “The tests are quite sensitive and as you know, this will take all night,” she detailed working her way 
A neck brace was fitted to his head then with a framework holding his skull immobile and holding his mouth open. Nurse Cortez peered inside studying his teeth with her blue eyes. She was quite attractive. A tall and statuesque Latina with long chestnut brown hair and straight bangs, her curves filled out her lab jacket well. He guessed that the two of them were rather close to the same age. The woman guided an arm with a cylinder that he thought phallic shaped into place above his head and lowered it to the round that pushed his teeth apart.
“Aaaaggh” he tried to protest with little effect.
“Now, Mr Koizumi, Miro is it?” she lightly chastised. “This is all part of the testing. Just relax and let’s get through this so you can travel to Libereco with your wife once we’re finished here.” She them moved to the controls at the side of the unit and guided a second arm into place. This too had an elongated unit on it’s end. “I’m going to insert these probes into your mouth and your rectum now. It’s important for the readings we’ll get during testing. Moments later he felt one slippery finger slip into his bottom, followed by a second, and shortly after a third. Slowly the digits sawed in and out of him, gradually loosening the ring of his ass as attractive clinician studied him intently. “There, that should be enough,” she nodded satisfied as she wiped her fingers clean. “This might be a touch uncomfortable to begin with, but you’ll get used to it quick enough,” she remarked guiding the second arm in and clamping it into place.
A button was pushed and gradually the length wormed it’s way into his anal canal. At the same time the length above him lowered itself into his mouth and atop his tongue. It felt somewhat rubbery sitting there, not solid at all. He wondered if the other one was the same. With a professional efficiency Nurse Cortez then hooked up an IV and started the drip. She pressed another button on her keyboard and both of the phallic shaped 
On and on it had gone, on and on and on. He could feel himself drifting, drifting, drifting...
He woke suddenly. How long had it been he wondered? How long had it been since Nurse Cortez left him. Miro still lay naked strapped to the bed though he was a little drowsier than before. It had been more than a few minutes, he knew that. The two instruments the clinician had inserted in him still sawed in and out. In and out, in and out, in and out, in and out. Both prongs relentlessly travelled their path of least resistance. He saw his hips subtly flex to meet the plunging of the lower one. When had he started doing that? He tried to stop himself, but found that he couldn’t bring himself to. It was a natural motion that was somehow ... pleasurable.
Were they going faster now? They were, weren’t they, yes, they were. A moan escaped his lips and his eyes widened. What was happening? Faster again ... and again. The two phallic tools were pumping in and out of him with vigour. And now thicker too. Faster and thicker and thicker and faster. In and out and in and out and in and out and in and out. Thicker, faster, thicker, faster, in and out and in and out and in and out. And suddenly a stop and a slow withdrawal. Miro thrust his hips at the retreating length that caressed his ring on it’s way out hoping to prolong contact but to no avail.
The door opened.
Nurse Cortez stepped inside the examination room followed by another. Only slightly shorter than the first, the second had a darker tone to her complexion, a rounder face, and turquoise eyes. Similarly brunette, the latter’s body was a little more heavyset with luscious curves that outdid her companion. She smiled out from under her messy updo. “Good evening Mr Koizumi. I am Dr. Shafiq. I’ll be doing your testing this evening. Nurse Cortez here will be assisting.”
“Just a pre-flight meal,” replied the eldest Kendrick, plumbing her digits deep.
“I’m not going with you this time, but I thought I’d give Mandira here a little something to remember me by,” Aeres added before chewing her bottom lip and grunting more of her slime down the student’s throat.
“She certainly is not empty,” Avionna noted seeing the slight rounding of the girl’s stomach.
“I wasn’t the only one in a giving mood this morning,” the brunette informed the two blondes. “She was on her knees on the front steps when I walked up to the house. Sapphirios was using her while her older sister fucked her ass.”
“Well, she certainly won’t go hungry then,” Allison surmised.
“Did you want to-”
“No, no, you just keep doing what you’re doing,” the oldest attendant insisted. “As I understand it there will be facilities provided in flight. You’re staying here so it makes sense that you feed her now,” she reasoned caressing the auburn red bob of the tanned 19 year old.
“She looks so cute when she is overcome with lust doesn’t she?” the Magellan woman observed smiling at her dreamy green eyes as she lightly ran a finger down the sophomore’s spine.
“Did you want in here?” Meryl queried as the tall 33 year old approached.
“Do you think she’d mind if I tried something else?” the surrogate inquired glancing down at her stiff wood. Not quite the size of the Dumar woman’s, it was nonetheless impressive, about the same size as her daughter’s.
“Lube’s on the seat there,” the black haired Welsh native nodded with a snicker.
“Ta,” the other returned pausing to squirt some of the gel onto her hand before sliding it up and down her pole. “I’m not quite 
“How much time do we have?” Allison asked
“We’re all done up front,” the 45 year old reported sliding an arm around the waist of her braided counterpart and sliding the zipper on the back of her skirt down on the way by. “You still have time,” she volunteered. Slightly turning the other’s body towards her daughter, she caught the latter’s glance and steered it towards the grey eyed flight attendant’s midsection. The latter’s arousal was readily evident. Pushing down on the head of her eldest child, she watched her slide her lips over the silk encased length of the Irish woman, bobbing her head up and down in an attempt to take more of her member into her mouth through the garment.
The Irish woman’s hands reflexively moved to the back of the younger pilot’s skull and established a comfortable rhythm. A pair of thumbs hooked into the sides of her panties from behind and on the next withdrawal, they too fell to the floor exposing her fleshy iron. Aeres took the opportunity to lick her lips again and then descended once more, this time taking the entire fleshy girth down her throat from crown to balls. Groaning at the new touch, the 48 year old couldn’t help but grip the head of the restrained girl firmer and grind with more insistence. Moments later she felt the coolness of lubricant being dripped down her crack. And then, another plunging, this time from behind, as Meryl Kendrick melted her body against her own. Trapped between the two Kendricks, Allison Hanley let herself be rocked back and forth, allowing her lust to gradually build.
Now finally empty and recovered from the aftermath of orgasm, Venice Hambelton thought back.
Even though relief had flooded over her at the time, it couldn’t drown the embarrassment of the predicament she found herself in. She should have guessed that there was a twist coming when Veemi Annala agreed with Paget Voedengroot that she should put on her slut suit bottoms ‘just in case’. Given how full she was however, she hadn’t objected. For her it was just one more step towards ridding herself of the cramps wracking her body. She could feel things start to go wrong as the pair helped her up the steps of the jet boarding staircase in ther hangar where the jet was parked. The plug in her ass wasn’t as tight as it had been. She hadn’t seen which one the nursemaid had inserted into her rosebud when she had first put it in. But she was now afraid it was one of those adjustable ones whose girth could be controlled remotely. Each bit of her ascent felt it loosen little by little until once on the platform in front of the door her body shuddered just to maintain it’s control over her bowels.
“Oh, no,” Veemi exclaimed, “The door isn’t open.”
“How long can you hold on Baby?” Paget asked sliding her left leg inside next to the first.
“She does look pretty distressed,” the psychiatrist observed, following suit with her right.
Each already had an arm having helped the teenager up the stairs and in her condition, all the luscious maned senior could do was moan futilely in protest as she felt her stance being widened. The plug meanwhile was reducing in size, loosening. It would slide right out soon. A hand reached in and found her cock underneath her cotton dress; Paget’s hand, she could tell. She had felt it often enough in the past.
“Let me try to take your mind off of things, Sweetie,” she murmured beginning a steady up and down stroking.
“That’s a good idea, Paget,” the doctor concurred, sliding her own in so she could lightly circle the fountain atop the crown of her length.
Venice looked around in panic. There she was at the top of airliner board stair, desperately trying to hold in a bulging stomach full of sludge, in the grip of two others holding her in place while their hands toyed with her desire. Through the wide open doors she could see everyone and everything in the distance. And if they cared to look, they could see her. “The walls of the platform, they hid her didn’t they?” she questioned herself anxiously. 
“Oh, there we go, Precious,” the buxom nursemaid cooed hearing the hiss of her urination and feeling the expansion of her slutsuit bottoms. “Mmmmmmm, that must feel so good, surrendering to your body’s needs. So much shit you have packed in there and now you can let it out, let it all out. Fuck my fist Sweetie, fuck my fist; up and down, in and out, up and down, in and out.”
“Relax, Baby,” Veemi added softly, “Lose yourself in your release, feel how hot it’s making you, feel how much it’s making your cock throb and tingle.”
The turquoise eyed apprentice couldn’t help herself. Her eyes lidded over in lust and she obediently humped the hand of her charge, feeling her arousal rising. Her fudge furiously coiled out of her and pushed up against the inside of her garment forcing it to expand. All too soon she felt the mucky ascent of her shit. First it encased and massaged her balls. Then gradually it pushed up her crack, and around the sides of her ass, encircling the base of her steely pipe within. More oozed out of her; more and more. She couldn’t stop it now, she didn’t want to. The stroking of her tool, the caress of her crown, it led her up and up an up.
Then suddenly, her ecstasy erupted. Thick spurts of her seed launched themselves into the fabric of her cotton dress; once, twice, thrice, again and again and again. She submitted to her lust and gave herself over to whoever wished to have her. At some point her dress slid down her shoulders and wrapped itself around her waist, revealing the top of her rapidly filling bottoms.
“So much, Baby, you have so much in you?” the doctor murmured, abandoning her touch to open one of the side pockets that all slutsuits had.
“Whatever are we going to do with it all?” Paget asked with a smile.
“I know,” the Annala woman replied, filling her hand with a mound of slimy sludge. “Open up Baby,” she urged bringing the load to the Hambelton girl’s lips.
Without thinking, Venice obeyed and her mouth was stuffed with own filth. She swallowed the soft chocolate pudding easily as the others from the bus began ascending the stairs. Another pile of mud was pushed in and again her throat reflexively pushed it down. Another hand a different one, then followed this first. She devoured whatever was put in front of her by whomever put it there. Each time she did the 17 year old’s euphoria peaked and another gush of her cum erupted, it’s whiteness momentarily appearing before subsiding once more beneath the fabric.
Each of the others took their turns. She felt mucky hands massage her torso, her breasts, her hair. She knew she was becoming 
The jet had taken off 20 minutes ago and they had leveled off. As she understood it, there would be an overnight stop in Berlin before, they took off once more for Tokyo. Venice fingered some of the shit on her face into her mouth as she jacked herself through her dress. More, she needed more. She was about to dip her hand into one of the ever handy pockets of her garment when Paget Voedengroot appeared at her shoulder. She had such a lovely ass, so nice and wide.
The redhead looked to slide towards one of the other two present, but instinctively the teenager reached out and grabbed her dress. She took a firmer grip abandoning her cock, in order to guide the surrogate towards her. Slipping her hands beneath the hem of the older futamute’s dress, she urged her backwards. Slithering down in her seat, she tilted her head back to provide a comfortable seat. Her face found the fragrant crevice of the other. A familiar hand found her member and resumed her stroke. Her lips were forced open by the expanding starfish that had found it. Once more her appetite for slimy sludge was fed. And once more her milky spurts announced her euphoria. Again and again and again.
“You look to be in a bit of distress Mr. Koizumi,” the physician commented spying the hardness of her patient’s cock as he squirmed. “I hope the preparation for our testing didn’t make you too uncomfortable, Sweetie.”
Nurse Cortez made her way to the keyboard once more and peered at the screen then nodded to her supervisor. “She’s ready,” she divulged turning off the drip feed from the console.
“It looks like we can begin,” Dr. Shafiq reported steering first one of the plunging arms, then the other away from the stirruped apparatus Miro was restrained in. “It is rather fortunate that you are in the condition you are in as we do need a semen sample.”
“We might have a bit of difficulty there,” Marisol nodded, taking note of the Japanese man’s futile attempt to clench his legs together. “At least until we take care of that.”
Fairoz nodded in agreement.
“Do you feel the need to urinate, Mr. Koizumi?” the 42 year old queried fully knowing the answer. After all, they had included a diuretic in the drip feed as well as a muscle relaxant, Seedomil Industrial, Ephebifem, and a direct dose of Infantiscor. The first would create the urge to pee, the second would prevent orgasm even as her prostate was massaged. The third would drastically increase the amount of sperm she would produce. 
Miro did his best to nod his head in affirmation within the head brace.
“Well, now that we’ve started, we can’t very well, release you to use the toilet,” she then explained. “But we can bring the toilet to you. Marisol?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” the younger smiled pulling a pair of diapers from the cupboard in the examination room.
“It’s probably been a bit since you’ve worn one of these isn’t it, Baby?” the Iranian questioned rhetorically. “Up Sweetie, up,” she instructed as she slid the soft garment in place underneath her patient and fastened the tabs. Grabbing a chair from the desk she wheeled it in place next to the restrained figure’s head and undid the buttons on her lab jacket. Her luscious breasts, rounded and plump peeked over the blue velvet of her bodycon minidress. She loosened part of the clamps on the headpiece, allowing for a bit of motion, side to side and snuggled up so the fuzzy fabric brushed up against her patients cheek. Letting her right hand slide down the structure she eventually found the bulge that was her patient’s cock and gently traced it’s length slowly increasing the pressure over time as the nurse feathered a tickling touch in sensitive places between his strapped in legs.