Meadowvale Academy Chapter 41
These stories involve anal fingering, anal sex, auto-fellatio, bondage, dom/sub relations, fellatio, golden showers, incest, infantilism, orgasm denial, mind control/behavioural training, scat, sex machines, sissification, sitophilia, smothering and voyeurism. If any of these things aren't your thing you may not want to read further.
Meadowvale Academy
Chapter 41: The Christmas Cum Drive Part 1
The six scientists sat around the conference room table at the Meadowvale Health Clinic, each alternatively peering into the screens of their laptops on at the large wall display at the end of the room. On it were the headshots of five attractive young girls with names and birthdates. Annika Schwartzstein, Head of Research for the Fenwell Group, perused their pictures once more. Amber looked like she might develop into a stately wheat haired beauty one day. She had an ethereal quality to her. Imogen with her watery blue eyes and honey blonde bob was a contrast to the first. Melody, her brown/blonde locks falling past her shoulders wore an expression that spoke of mischief. Nari, Asian in extraction, peeked out from beneath her black bob with unsure eyes and an apparently timid demeanor if the files were to be believed. And then there was her favourite, Penelope. Her brown hair done up in a formal bun, her slight smirk spoke of hidden knowledge, cunning, and leadership. She reminded her so much of her own daughter Marlena. It's why she had applied for her personally.
"So I suppose these are they then?" Patricia Wellesley queried to the figure at the end of the table.
"Seems that way," Annika answered. "We are all agreed then?" she asked further looking at each of the other four.
Jessica Pang nodded affirmation glancing at the big screen once more. "They look like good candidates for placement."
"The ages all work," Dr. Felicity Charles agreed. "They all turn 13 within the first half of the next calendar year, Imogen in mid-January."
"What about Blackbridge Common?" Doris Hanratty questioned. "What remains?"
"There were 17 to be placed by end of June," returned the eldest. "In fact that number is why they moved up their expansion plans for placements. Not enough local candidates."
"Will that be a problem going forward?" asked Deborah Miller, the third member of the labs inner medical circle.
"Well, if these work out, we'll be able to draw on Meadowvale in the future," Annika explained. "Plus we are starting to look into Windmoor Heights as well. If even one of the sites work out, it will relieve any immediate pressure we might have. The next batch we will have 14 candidates, so that will help. I expect we'll get tapped for a few of those. A year from now we'll have to place 21 in the first two quarters. That's our worry."
The others signed off on the choices and the Head of the Fenwell Group's research arm made the call.
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"That was a smart move" Annika had to admit pushing her piece in and out of the mouth of Allison Waverly, "using the Christmas Cum Drive as a way to introduce the futagens to the community." It was just after 8:30 AM. They didn't open for another 30 minutes. She looked around at the various gynecological examination tables in the still empty lab. There were six of them; three on either side of a middle aisle. It wasn't always set up like this. Normally each was located in its own private room, but when they re-furbished the building five years back, they made a point of putting in collapsible dividing walls specifically for any cum drives they might hold here. The idea behind that being the possibility that voyeurism might inspire larger sperm donations. She wasn't sure how solid the theory was, but they were renovating anyway and they had the budget to do it. In the time that had passed since, it had become a bit of a tradition to contribute communally, not to mention an excuse to partake in `other' activities. They had an arrangement for that as well. A cash donation could be accepted in lieu of other ones should the semen end up in a place not a sample container.
The whole idea behind the cum drive was to both increase the sample bank at the lab and to raise money for further research. The annual event had been around since the beginning of the Futagen Project. "It only made sense," Annika reasoned. "You needed sperm and eggs if you were going to use exogenesis as a method of increasing population. This was a good a way as any to keep supplies at a high level." The lab kept those that they had confirmed would produce a futanarian child, and sold the rest to other sperm banks. Those they kept, they sent on to Blackbridge Common where they would be screened for diseases and defects. Once those genes had been removed they would be used in fertilization.
This was not something Allison normally took part in. But she knew who the woman was. Any kind of good impression she could leave with Annika Schwarzstein, Head of Research for the Fenwell Group was something that could pay dividends later. Especially given that she wanted to go into medicine when she went to Ridgeway in the fall. She continued cycling up and down on the cock of the executive using her tongue to further her along as she felt a hand on the back of her head push her pace. She looked up and caught her gaze, smiling pleasantly around the flesh as she began dipping her fingers. "That's right old lady, remember my face."
The Schwartzstein woman was careful to ensure that the no genome was in any way adjusted to produce what they derisively called `Barbie Dolls'; genetically designed perfect people. Annika had always been stringent in her belief that `humans need to be human'. "The Futagen Project was fine for confirming viability and removing life changing ailments but everything else was best left to chance," she re-affirmed inwardly. "To be sure, often the physical attributes of one donor would be matched up against those of the other using computer technology that would give an indication of the eventual appearance of the resultant spawn. But that is all it was; an indication."
The lab was littered with projections that, while similar with the result, would not be identifiable one to the other. And that was fine with her. To the woman, it was the struggles against and triumphs over life's travails that humanized a person. You couldn't experience those things if nothing was ever a challenge. Creating genetic clones with nothing but the best of all genes might some day be used to create armies, but as long as she was standing, they would never be a part of the Fenwell Group. She looked down at the student on her knees as Allison began to gulp her white goo. She had heard about the Waverly's. She knew about the party. "Drink it all girl," she instructed quietly. "Show me how good you can be."
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"Is everyone ready?" asked Stella as she looked around the room at the five girls she and Evelyn had driven in from Blackbridge Common yesterday. Each was dressed in a cute but suggestive candy stripers uniform.
"We'll find out soon enough, I'm sure," grinned Joyce Weathersby, the nurse that had accompanied them from Blackbridge Common. She knew both of the others from their time together at Ridgeway Women's College. The burgundy haired health worker had been in the same year as Evelyn and two years behind Stella. The three had remained in touch over the years so her inclusion as the chaperone for the trip didn't come as a surprise.
"This one sure is, aren't you baby?" her partner in crime replied as she stroked Melody's six inches to her crest. The girl mewled as she spurted her load into the palm of the nurse. "There we go, that feels so nice doesn't it?" Jessica's assistant peered at the others as she continued her massage. The other four were heating up watching the fifth of their number release. All had hardened and were squirming. It was part of the plan the two blondes had discussed. Everyone in the clinic, including the futagens, was on a concentrated dose of Seedomil 2.0. Never mind that all anyone needed to do to obtain a five day supply of the drug was drop by the lab and ask. Patricia had to bring in Allison all week simply to hand out `Virility Kits'. This would be their first year using the drug for the event. They had triple ordered their sample containers in anticipation. "We want the futagens to be especially...inspirational," she finally decided, searching for the right word. "We want to be churning cream all day long."
Moreover, the five were also on Carettathol as well as Pherocum and had been since the beginning of the week. They would be well active now. The latter certainly was. "No one's making any predictions on what going to happen down there," Evelyn mused, "But it made sense to prepare for everything." The little cock now empty, she brought her hand up to the girl's mouth. "Breakfast time," she sing-songed as Melody's tongue slurped up her goo. The nurse smiled warmly and kissed her forehead as she fed. Her counterpart would harden again soon enough. The others were juicing noticeably. "Shall we?"
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"Come on in, come on in," greeted Patricia as she unlocked and opened the front door. "Welcome to the 19th Annual Meadowvale Christmas Cum Drive!" Those waiting at the door filed in, bussing a cheek, hugging, sometimes slightly more as the returned the gesture. First in were the Van der Damme sisters, Denise and Desiree, as well as the former's daughter Devon, a classmate of Cameron's. All wavy haired brunettes, the older two had held their age well. Though one could tell which one was the daughter, it was a close thing. There was little problem determining which sister was which though from the mannerisms of each. The cool, level headed Denise was a contrast to the flirty minx that was her sister. The pair ran a shop that specialized in furniture accessories and other household knick knacks called the Interiorium Emporeum that also doubled as their interior decorating business.
Right behind them were the Reeds, Ariella followed by her two daughters Coral and Willow. "Good, good," the scientist observed silently. "We'll get a chance to test the three of them, one after the other. I'm really curious to see how they do, especially on Seedomil 2.0." The redheaded Ariella was one half of the management team behind Harristone County Real Estate, together with Bianca Vickers. The head researcher looked over her shoulder to see the three nurses approaching with the candy stripers. "She's every bit as wide back there as Cam is, but it's a close thing up top," the scientist noted as she got her first look at the red haired chaperone that had accompanied the futagens.
"This year we have extra help all the way from our facility in Blackbridge Common," she informed the others. "These are our candy stripers: Amber, Imogen, Melody, Nari and Penelope," she introduced indicating each girl in turn. "They will be helping Cameron here. Cam will be asking a few questions before you go in to donate. The girls will be serving as guides when your name is called." She turned to her daughter again. "Let's do the Van der Dammes first: Denise, then Desiree, then Devon."
"So let's get started then. Denise?" Cameron stated motioning the woman to the chair at the table she sat at. The senior had noticed the decorator's focus on the short blonde futagen when they were introduced. "Imogen, why don't you help me out here?" The girl grinned and walked over. "I'll ask her the questions: you get her ready to donate OK?"
"Sure thing Miss Wellesley," she replied straddling the other, much to her surprise.
"Cameron is fine," she corrected as the candy striper nodded in understanding and began dry humping the eldest Van der Damme. "Denise, are you on the Seedomil 2.0 regimen?"
"Ye-e-e-s-s-s, yes I am, since Monday" she stuttered flustered and aroused at the same time.
"Good, good to hear. How many times would you like to donate today?" she asked, deliberately pretending nothing out of the ordinary was taking place. "You should good for two or three if you've been on the regimen."
"Two. Two sounds go-o-o-o-o-od," she moaned. The older woman could feel the girl's organ mashing up against her own stiffness. And on it went. She struggled to ask the routine questions about allergies, smoking, drinking as the short blonde used her lap as a sextoy.
"OK, all set," Cameron announced loudly, bringing her out of her funk, much to the amusement of her sister. "Imogen why don't you take Denise to Dr. Felicia on Table Two," she suggested.
She slid off of the woman and grabbed her hand. "Come with me now Miss Van der Damme." The pair, both with discernible bulges, made their exit from the reception into the lab proper.
"We're going to need more help," the senior calculated as her biology teacher Miss Avery and her two daughters walked in. She waved at Erin, with whom she had a couple of classes with, motioning them to sit and picked up her phone. She texted a one line message: `Wanna play nurse for a day at the lab?' The affirming answer came in as she was running through the questionnaire with Devon, another senior who played on the volleyball team with her.
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She was strapped in and being thrust into by a pair of vibrators as her cock was being slowly stroked by Dr. Felicity Charles. The milking arm hung above her organ ready to be pushed on when the time came but as of yet was not turned on. The girl who had escorted her back was locking eyes with her as she was gradually pulled closer to her peak.
"Would you like Imogen to work on your penis, Denise?" the physician asked. "It would be quite educational for her and probably pleasurable for you."
"Yes," she croaked as the hand disappeared.
The Asian featured scientist helped the girl onto the table. "She can't get good leverage from the floor," she explained as the candy striper once more straddled the contractor, this time facing away from her. Moments later a pair of smaller hands began massaging her member. "She's smaller than either Tiffany or Tina," the researcher calculated silently comparing her to her two youngest daughters. She stood beside the table and wet two of her fingers before beginning to slide them along the carnal crevice of her assistant.
She pushed them through the girl's sphincter and immediately met resistance. "She is most definitely full." In and out her digits ploughed being coloured brown in the process. Felicity watched Denise become captivated by her anal prodding. She doubted she even realized she had just licked her lips. She removed her fingers and pushed them through the woman's willing lips, fucking her mouth with them as she had just done with Imogen's ass. The brunette groaned and bucked. Felicity quickly pushed the milker onto the restrained woman's piece as her first load was siphoned from her. She kept feeding her shit all the way through her orgasm. "Well, that's one Denise."
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Allison grabbed a seat in reception next to Cameron. She had just given Annika Schwartzstein the blowjob of her life and then did it again. "If she wasn't impressed after that, the lady was made of ice," she sneered privately. "Hey Cam, see if you can match me up with Coral Reed when you get to her OK?" she whispered between questionnaires. "I really need to find a place to stick this," she added nodding towards her steely tool.
"I'll see what I can do, but no promises," she muttered out the side of her mouth as she nodded to the matriarch of the Reed family, Ariella. "You're up."
"Allison, a word?"
The senior class rep looked over to see Dr. Doris crooking a finger from the door. "Sure," she answered getting up from her seat. The two walked back into the communal lab towards the Table Three, which had been assigned to the school physician.
I've been talking to Patricia and Jessica," the older one explained. "They've developed a new treatment, they're calling it Bactroboost. It's a direct injection to the prostate gland, a series of them actually. We thought you would be a good candidate for it."
"What does it do?" the student asked suddenly interested.
"It has its roots in the Seedomil formula. It's an evolution from that. You know what 2.0 did in comparison to the original. Think along those lines from 2.0 to Bactroboost."
"Sign me up!" she chortled. "How long before I start seeing results?"
"It's a lengthy process," the blonde warned as they stopped at her station. "I'll start you on the regimen now, but you will need to come in for additional shots. I'll e-mail you the schedule. If all goes well you should be good to go for New Year's Eve. Up you get girl," she instructed patting the table.
"It's just a shot right?"
"Well, you're here now. Thought you might want to donate at the same time," she grinned conspiratorially. The other slid up onto the surface and swung her legs around. "You want penetration?"
"Yes please Ma'am!" she answered with enthusiasm. "My blowjob is already paying dividends," she chuckled inwardly. "First I get to be a test pilot for a `lots of loads' shot and now the good doctor is going to give me a handjob. Life is good."
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Felicity watched Imogen slide her lips up and down on Denise's hardening cock as she continued jacking her with both hands. "She has good instincts," she observed, fucking her fudgy ass with three fingers. "As soon as I removed the milker she swooped right in." The doctor glanced at her restrained subject who eyes were glued to the ass of the petite blonde girl. She pulled out her coated digits and once more fed the woman. She had never known the interior decorator to be a shit slut "but she has a hunger in her now."
The brunette snacked on the soiled fingers as the scientist whispered to the candy striper. Mouth and hands disappeared from her frothing wood as the milker descended once again. She arched involuntarily chasing the phantom touch; then noticed the filthy crevice shimmying closer and closer. "You need to eat don't you Denise?" Felicity asked her as she ran her freshly cleaned hand through her hair. "You need to feel shit slide down your throat, don't you?" The juvenile cheeks were pushing up against her chin now as she licked her lips. "Open up now, let Imogen feed you and we'll bring you to a nice big cum." She robotically allowed her mouth to expand, presenting a bright red rimmed portal for use. Two smaller hands reached back and pulled the fleshy orbs apart as the woman's face was wedged deep within them. She closed her eyes and inhaled as a rope of waste coiled onto her tongue. She felt herself being slowly stroked again and began to hump upwards on the next leg of her carnal journey.
Desiree smiled down at her niece after spotting her sister transformed. "Things will never be the same again."
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"I'll be good for two, maybe three," Candice Avery figured. "I might pay for the last, heck I might even pay for a fourth depending on my stamina."
Cameron grinned. "Anything you can do for the cause Miss Avery."
"At the academy I'm Miss Avery; here I'm Candice."
"Candice then," the senior agreed.
"I wouldn't mind doing the first one sitting down," the teacher requested. Cameron waved to Stella who was leaning against the wall and nodded to the woman in front of her.
"She would like to be seated when she donates," the student explained when the nurse arrived.
"Come with me then," the Cantwell woman directed. She turned and held out her hand to one of the candy stripers, an ethereal blonde girl. "Amber, this is Mummy Candice. We're going to help her donate today, maybe more than once. Come along now."
The two staffers each took a hand of the futagen and walked back into the donation hall. As they walked through Stella took in various stations. Felicity Charles and a young blonde hair girl were working on Denise Van der Damme. Her sister was pushing into her daughter's mouth while the latter was being mechanically drilled and stroked on a table being run by Deborah Miller. Meanwhile Patricia Wellesley, aided by Joyce, was strapping Ariella Reed into her apparatus. Her daughter Willow was arching furiously as a load was pulled from her by the milker under the supervision of Jessica Pang.
Amber's member was stiff and leaking as she walked hand in hand with the two older women through the lab. She wanted to touch it, but each time she tried the fingers interlocking with her own tightened to prevent it. She was so happy to be selected for this holiday excursion. It's not that she didn't like the doctors and tutors back home, but she had always been a naturally curious girl, a voracious reader. The lithe blonde had always had a powerful desire to know things. History, geography, and cultural studies were her favourite subjects so being able to travel to a different place, if even for a couple of days over Christmas break, was a thrill. She craned her neck as she spotted Nari escorting an older blonde girl towards Evelyn and the table she was standing beside. And then they stopped. She turned around to see that they were standing in front of a row of three lower structures that looked a bit like bathtubs.
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Annika sat in the reception area with her granddaughter Lorelei. The girl's parent and two sisters would be around later, after they closed for the afternoon. She had received a text saying as much. In the meantime, they had sent the youngest. Golden blonde like her mother, her long hair partially hid her face, but the woman knew full well what held her attention. Sitting directly across from her, legs spread, was her favourite futagen of the current bunch, Penelope. She was slowly stroking herself as she humped rhythmically, started to approach her orgasm. The first year student couldn't take her eyes off of the young girl across from her. For her part, the latter watched the other with predatory eyes, inviting the blonde to give in to her basest desires.
"So this was the one she wanted me to train," Penelope mused as she brought herself along her carnal road. "Come on girl, you know you want it," she beckoned mentally as she methodically thrust toward her slightly. She could feel herself leaking. Nurse Joyce had told her all of the girls were given something that would make others horny if they caught scent of their goo and she was going to put it to the test. The woman beside her, Dr. Annika, rubbed the other's back as she witnessed the reluctant seduction. The two had talked earlier; she genuinely liked the silver haired professional. The futagen could see the familial resemblance between the two across from her. The older kissed the forehead of the younger and whispered in her ear. As she stood her up and removed her panties, she bit her lip and trembled slightly, hard and dripping. A smile and a gentle push started the girl on her way towards her as others in the waiting room looked on.
"It's a beautiful cock isn't it Lorelei?" her grandmother observed as she pushed her to her knees in front of the other girl. "So beautiful. Would you like to taste it? Go on, give it a lick. I'll bet you'll like it." She didn't see the girl reach over with her free hand until she felt it on her cheek. The caress moved slowly to the back of her head and slowly pulled her forward. She sighed and surrendered her mouth to the watering length before her. A comfortable knowing hand enveloped her cock and a fleshy prodding pushed at her rosebud. She pushed back, welcoming the intrusion as mesmerizing shaft sunk further and further through her lips.
Cameron, like everyone else in the room, was heating up at the sight of Dr. Annika and the futagen Penelope toying with Lorelei Schwartzstein. Her girth was thickened and ready. But she had a responsibility. She overcame her own desire to find a willing partner and sent a text to her mother "We need sample containers out here fast!" She slumped in her chair relieved. Help would be on the way. And then her view of the room was blocked as Bethany Vickers dropped her pussy onto her rod and started unbuttoning her lab jacket. "Not the help I was looking for," the senior muttered flexing her hips as the junior closed her lips over her right nipple and began suckling.
End of Chapter 41