Meadowvale Academy Chapter 56
These stories involve anal fingering, anal fisting, anal sex, auto-fellatio, bondage, coprophagia, dom/sub relations, exhibitionism, fellatio, golden showers, incest, infantilism, lactation, mind control/behavioural training, orgasm denial, scatolia, 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 56: Placements Part 1
"If we could have each of them for one day a week, it would really help," Patricia reasoned to Annika on screen. "With the arrival of the futagens today one of Felicity or Deborah will always be working from home. Everyone else in the Quad, well Quint really, teaches at the academy. It's not an option for them."
"It is true they have plenty of bodies in that house," her boss surmised. "Have you spoken to either of them about it or Charlotte for that matter? I'd hate to drop something on her without discussion first, especially since they are getting one as well. Have you thought about hiring more help?"
"I'm going over candidates now," Dr. Wellesley nodded. "There are three a really like. I've interviewed each. The three of us will likely make out decision in a day or two. But we have always been a bit short staffed here. Even with a new hire, we could still use more help."
"What about the school?"
"I've arranged for Cam to do her spares back to back here on Wednesdays," the younger reported, "kind of an unofficial internship if you will. It will count towards her community service hours. That will give us a bit more but I think that as far as we can go there."
"Let me speak to Charlotte first before you approach Evelyn or Jessica," the Schwartzstein woman instructed. "Let me feel her out and then I'll get back to you."
"Thank you, I appreciate it Annika"
"Think nothing of it; we're all in this together."
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Deborah Miller turned onto Ripplewood Way as the two doctors returned to their newly renovated home with their new prize. She was a tiny thing, their Nari Chīsana Hana, the second smallest of the five futagens being placed today next to Imogen. She glanced over as the young Asian's starfish slid up and down on the eight inch tool of a second member of the parenting unit, Felicity Charles. Her friend had fallen for the girl almost immediately once she had seen the file. She had also come up with the last name Chīsana Hana. It translated to `Little Blossom' in Japanese. And indeed she was. She leaned back against one of her new mothers, her legs spread sweetly and humped upwards as she was stroked in time to the penetration.
Once the five placements have arrived in the early afternoon with Joyce Weathersby and the transfer papers handed over Patricia had allowed them to leave early.
"The appointments are all done for the day and we can't do anything on the research side until we see the results on the latest tests in the morning," Patricia had reasoned. "Leaving an hour early won't be holding anything up. Take her home, introduce her to her new family." She then turned to the redheaded nurse from Blackbridge Commons. "Can I have a word before you start on the rest of your drop offs?"
They pulled up to the four way stop at Collins Drive, a block and a half from the house. She waved pleasantly to Sandra Ellis as the futagen arched and the first spurt of her seed smacked against the windshield. She grinned at the display as her two youngest daughters looked on with fair more interest than amusement. Felicity groaned and slammed her beef into the girl, no doubt also cresting. All of the futagen were on the various medicinal regimens that many of the local girls were on: Seedomil 2.0, Carettathol, Softserve plus a variation of Bactroboost they were now calling Bactromin. Whereas the former was a series of injections that tied one into the results of the regimen for weeks at a time, the latter was taken as a daily pill. Stop taking the pill and the effects would pass through the body in 48 hours or less. It made things much more convenient. They had used it on Gail Bernier and her daughter Crystal on the weekend. The results had been excellent. In addition to the pharmaceuticals all five and been given the Linguamorph and Flexirectin procedures. It was likely the latter that had caused her colleague to erupt just now. She returned her attention to the road and her passengers. "Not that I mind people fucking while I'm driving," she commented drily as she pulled away from the intersection, "but if you are going to do that, please try to keep the cum off of the upholstery."
She watched the school bus turn the corner ahead as they pulled into the driveway and honked at the kids as they approached the house in their school uniforms. "Got some stuff to carry here," she called out to Madison through a roll lowered window. The eldest waved to the others and they halted their advance waiting for the SUV to stop. Tina was handed everyone's books while the other four pitched in with the contents of the vehicle. It wasn't like Nari had an overabundance of possessions; two suitcases and a box was all she had brought. No the biggest item was something that she had rush ordered from Brenda LaSalle as soon as she had heard about it. It came in multiple pieces and would need to be assembled but it was worth it. So far as she knew they had the second one ever made. Madison looked at her quizzically as she took up one end of the largest and they piled the rest on top. "She calls it a `Shitsack.'"
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She had done a history project on her current brownstone home when she had attended the academy. The lawyer had always liked the row of six buildings. Sadie McNamara had been her teacher then. They had gotten good marks for the presentation. Apparently they were built by one Adonis Yardley and his five brothers over 250 years ago. Well to do shipping merchants all, they spared no expense making sure everyone in town knew it. Wonderfully designed buildings with exquisite facades they had fallen into disrepair after the family went spectacularly bankrupt about 130 years later. They held onto them for a few decades after that but eventually they were abandoned and taken over by local government who let them languish until the political winds started blowing in a different, more progressive direction.
What possessed Yardley to build them here she never did confirm. Rumours had it that he had designs on making what was now Meadowvale an economic center. But the scheme never really found its legs. Roads failed to be built, other major business interests failed to relocate. Rather than a commercial hub sitting astride the crossroads of two major trade routes, the town became a one way in backwater nestled in rolling farmland dotted with forests. Forgotten by the great and good it fell into a sleepy existence for the next century until its relatively recent renaissance.
When she had graduated law school and moved back to Meadowvale she promised that as soon as it was possible were able she would move into the row of regal townhouses on Yardley Crescent. It had been a bit of a wait, three years, until one became available but once it did she teamed up with a new hire at the firm, Iris Hardin as well as her sister Eleanor, to apply for residency. Together the trio moved into the end unit with their five kids a half year later. It was crowded but it was enough back then.
A second unit became available four years later. The children were getting a bit older now, more space was needed. Even though there was one brownstone between theirs and the vacant one, they put their names on the list anyway. Their law offices by this time were generating a decent amount of income from outside sources which enriched the community and allowed them to serve local interests on a pro bono basis much of the time. The housing authority understood their need and their worth to Meadowvale. They knew a good investment when they saw one. Three months later they awarded them residency. Her family was in one, Eleanor's the other. Ostensibly Iris lived with her sister but spent as much time in her lover's bed as anywhere else.
Over time, the three had become good friends with one of the counselors in town hall, Florence Mitchell. Two years ahead of the couple at Ridgeway, she had two futa children of her own. The two lawyers worked closely with the politician as she climbed the ladder of governance. When the unit between the two they already occupied became available, she was a natural fit. The skids were indeed somewhat greased by their increasing local clout, but it wasn't undeserved. Four adults and seven children divided over three properties could not be considered spacious by any means, especially given the Mitchells were pretty much Amazonian in size.
Walls between the three residences had been broken down and refinished long ago. They were one big happy family now; one big happy family about to add a 12 year old newborn. She rose from her comfy chair by the fireplace when the doorbell rang. "That will be them now," Ruth Finney announced to the others as she walked to the entrance hall. She looked around at the stylish interior of the residence and reflected on her knowledge as she walked. "I'm going to write a book about this place," she decided inwardly.
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Joyce Weathersby walked up the steps of the mansion hand in hand with the futagen now officially named Imogen Mason. Each pulled behind them a suitcase on wheels. "There's one more in the van," she informed the girls standing on the porch with the adults. "It's the clover green one. Do you think one of you can grab it for me?"
"I'll get it," Cody volunteered after a nudge from her mistress.
"Welcome to your new home young lady," Charlotte smiled as she shook her hand and pecked her cheek. She turned to the redheaded nurse and kissed her in appreciation, teasing her slightly with her tongue. "Thank you for dropping her off. Did you want to stay for dinner? We have plenty and apparently you already know Evelyn here."
"I could eat," she grinned. "Everyone else has already been dropped off so I don't need to hit the road for a while."
"Where are you staying tonight?" June asked taking the suitcase from the blonde girl.
"I've got a room at Ripplewood Arms for a couple of nights," Joyce answered. "I'm driving back Wednesday."
"Nonsense, you're staying here," Charlotte insisted. "We have plenty of room and you can visit your friend." Evelyn smiled and chewed her lower lip, nodding in assent.
"I won't say no," she answered, "it will save me a bit of a drive back to town. Thank you for the invitation, let me get my bag."
"Maria, phone the Ripplewood and cancel the reservation for our guest," the matriarch instructed. "If they need reimbursement, make sure they get it."
"Cody?" Tyler called down, "there is a second bag for you to grab."
"It's the grey one," the driver detailed.
Presently the one holed girl returned with the two pieces of luggage. "Come along now, keep up," her mistress chided.
Evelyn grabbed Joyce's hand and kissed her lightly as the residents of the Mason Estate headed inside. "I'll take that one," she offered gesturing to the loaded down junior.
"Give it to her," Tyler ordered as she continued walking.
"Come, I'll show you my room," the blonde directed her college roommate, "and yours for the next couple of days."
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It only took Alanna 20 minutes to figure her new hire out when she arrived with her twins a week ago. She was definitely a bottom. All three of them were. They would be easily led. There was also something else she discovered during that conversation, something she didn't expect.
"They've always liked playing dress up with my things, ever since they were young," Freja confessed as the two drank coffee in the kitchen. "I ended up buying them new clothes before I left Turku. It's all they'll wore around the house. It's why I accepted your offer, especially after you told me about the community. It's one thing having to keep my life as a futa secret and I try to keep Adi and Uli close, but they are at that curious age now. They need a place where they can grow and explore freely without the threat of violence hanging over their head. It got to the point that I didn't know how to refer to them in mixed company."
"We call them one-holed girls here," Alanna revealed quietly amazed at how easy it was to get the Finnish woman to open up. "I'm going to have to keep secrets from her, at least until she learns to keep secrets from others," she noted to herself. "They will find a place here and so will you," she then smiled.
She and her daughter Brandy were in the first week of scheme to bend the woman to their will. Once they had brought about her surrender, they could start with the twins. It had started that night.
Alanna sawed in and out of the Finnish woman's frontal slit from above while Brandy plunged in and out of her ass from below. The woman's lubed up member was being stroked by a younger hand at a matching pace. Peering at her intently the detective decided that she was quite attractive. Prim and proper to be sure, but her copper red hair framed a symmetrical face with full lips and expressive blue eyes that dazzled even more when she wasn't wearing her reading glasses. "She has a bit of the naughty librarian thing going," she mused as she thrust into her. She had doubts as to whether Freja had been toilet trained when she was talking to her earlier in the kitchen. She was certain she was as fecal virgin now though.
Her lovemaking was somewhat stilted and desperate as if she were out of practice or lacked experience or possibly both. She nodded to her daughter and then kissed the woman deeply as she surreptitiously painted her with her stink as if she was applying perfume; a dab here, a dab there. Her reaction was almost immediate. Her nostrils flared at the newly introduced pungency and she ground down on the twin prongs pumping in and out of her. It was only moments later that one by one, the three futas spilled forth their creamy goo. She glanced once again at her child as they slowly brought themselves down from their collective peaks. The seed had been planted.
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"How was your trip?" Doris asked as she strolled down the main hall with the new arrival.
"It was fine," she returned, "a bit of traffic as I drove through Riverton, but other than that it was a straight shot."
"Follow me," Kelsey directed as she started carrying a box she had pulled from the van up the stairs to the left. "You'll be in the room across from mine."
"We'll see you down here once you have brought everything in and moved your van to the garage," nodded the physician, "Kelsey will show you."
She caramel skinned nurse followed the brunette up the stairs with her suitcase. "What a great ass she has, especially for a 14 year old," Jillian thought as she watched the girl sway up the steps in front of her. She had taken the opportunity to do a couple of searches on her computer before leaving. Nothing too probing mind you but it made sense to learn a little something about the people she'd be living with. She wondered if the sizes of the two sets of cheeks she had seen so far were an indication of the rest of the family. If so, she'd fit right in here.
It took five trips but eventually the pair finished carrying all of the Jarvis woman's belongings to her room. And throughout it all Jillian played the little game the younger girl had started. Each would make up an excuse to bend at the waist for extended lengths of time whenever possible, giving the other plenty of time to ogle the covered orbs. By the end of the exercise both were sporting erections that were easily seen through their jogging pants. Jillian smiled cordially as she turned around from her last box. "Shall we go find the rest of them?"
"This way," Kelsey urged grabbing her hand and leading her back down the stairs. What an incredible body she had. Her ass wasn't quite as big as the rest of her family, but plenty big enough. The girl wondered how big she was under her clothes. With any luck, I'll find out shortly. She smelled what was happening in the lounge before she saw it. Moments later her suspicions were confirmed. Her mother was sitting on the Cradle they had recently purchased on a sheet of plastic in the sunken floor portion of the lounge. Though the student technically couldn't see who she was feeding, she had a good idea who was under her parent's oversized ass.
Her new little sister, the futagen Amber Pristina, had arrived earlier in the afternoon. Her mother and Aunt Doris had been getting her familiar with everything ever since. Amber was the name she came with. Pristina was the surname that they had decided on. Mila Maertens had actually suggested it. She liked it. It was so much better than any hyphenated combination of Hanratty, Cantwell, and Gallagher. It felt serene, innocent, uncorrupted. The headshot in her file matched the moniker. "But if they could see her now," she joked inwardly with a grin.
Her aunt, older sister and Hannah were all gathered around the apparatus. They watched the girl whose head was wedged in her ass swallow as she filled her Happy Pants with recycled waste. Stella was stroking her deliberately and massaging her balls as her mud oozed around them. The other two were lazily spreading the shit on her stomach around her body, casually feeding each other occasionally.
Rebecca stood up from her perch her crevice freshly cleaned. She bent over and kissed the girl letting her tongue swirl around in her own sludge. "Thank you baby, that was so nice. You've been a very good girl." She turned and walked over to the new arrivals. "Rebecca Cantwell; I teach English at the academy. You know my sister Doris of course. That is Hannah Gallagher, the principal and across from her my eldest daughter Stella," she continued indicating with her hand. "She lives in the coach house at the bottom of the hill with her friends. They may be up later, but if not, you'll meet them all soon enough."
"Jillian Jarvis," the dark skinned beauty returned grinning. "I live here now." The new hire took in the rest of the room's occupants. "I was right," she noted silently, "they all have big butts, especially Stella."
"Indeed you do," Doris chuckled as she took in the nurse's erection. "You do look a little ripe there Miss Jarvis."
The tall brunette stepped in and fondled her cock through her jogging sweats and nodded to her youngest daughter. "You really should get out of these Jillian, they are so confining and your cock needs to be free."
"Free," Kelsey repeated from behind her as she lowered her bottoms to the ground and started unbuttoning her cotton blouse. Her member bobbed its introduction once revealed and Rebecca began to stroke its length.
"Would you like to meet our new daughter Amber?" Hannah asked noticing the nurse with long ringlets peering at the blonde girl beneath the filth.
She allowed the two Cantwells to lead her over to the Cradle and onto the padded seat facing away from the girl. She had been holding for two days in preparation for this. She had only read about the device the 12 year old was strapped into, but she like every futa that attended Ridgeway had been on both ends of the scat equation and she suspected her new familial unit had as well. Jillian hunkered down a bit more trapping the face below under her flesh and allowed her sphincter to bloom as Kelsey's mouth took over for her mother's hand. Crackling sounded, heralding the arrival of her first vine of fudge. Thick and pasty, she watched over her shoulder as it easily travelled out of her anal canal, through the plush red lips, and down the Amber's throat. She slowly began to empty her sludgy treasure at a leisurely pace; she was in no rush.
A hand gripped her chin and her head was then turned back around. Suddenly she was staring into the deep brown canyon of the largest ass in the room. She inhaled the gaseous exhaust of the beckoning rosebud as the cheeks were spread. Her head was forced upwards, her mouth open, and her face wedged deep within as she was sat on. A slow moving river of filth descended from above and she herself was fed as she fed the girl below. Her swallowing was practiced and methodical, providing a smooth uninterrupted journey for Stella's waste. She could hear the murmurs of approval from the others as she dined on the fecal feast. She felt the soft caresses and kisses. And even though she was well familiar with the patter, the approval and encouragement of the others was somehow soothing. As the saliva from the young brunette coated her cock again and again she allowed herself to drift away from her current surroundings and into a more serene place where there were no other concerns save her nourishment.
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"How is she doing?" Ellen Braddock asked her daughter as she stood in the doorway of the dorm room. One of the largest women on staff, her 6'1" filled the space she stood in easily.
"She's taken to it quite well actually," the junior replied as she pushed another length of her waste into the girl below while she jacked her lovingly. A small tuft of blonde hair belonging to the student strapped into the contraption that they had just recently assembled could be spotted below Casey's rounded ass.
Called the Cradle, it was a relatively recent creation developed in Meadowvale and it was the Mu Upsilon Mu sorority's first. They had only ordered one to begin with but had options on additional units depending on how this one worked out. The Happy Pants her child's slave wore on the other hand were a different thing entirely. They had a dozen of those plus several boxes of replaceable liners. From what she had been told they had nearly emptied out their supply temporarily. Lorena DeLeon was already trying to work out a deal with the woman who designed them, a Brenda La Salle, to manufacture them locally, perhaps even on campus.
The raven haired Dr. Dana Kozslowski was also there, sitting on Casey's bed checking the pulse of the dining first year. "She's a fetching woman," the sorority president noted allowing her mind to wander momentarily. When she had become available two years ago Ellen had leapt at the opportunity to bring her former student back home. She still had that imperious air about her, a personality trait that had proven very useful professionally.
"Her pulse is slow and stable, her swallow rate is consistent. Her transition is complete now," the physician informed the other two glancing at both.
Her lab jacket was open and her bulge apparent under her skirt. She was going to need satisfaction soon, Ellen could tell. "Where is your slave, Lydia?" she asked her.
"Biology tutorial with Gwen for another half hour," she replied as another bulge of shit appeared in the Happy Pants and pushed the waste already there onto the girl's stomach for the first time. "Good girl," she murmured. Lisbet Jürgens had proven to have wonderful instincts for toiletry once Casey had trained her. She absently dipped a couple of fingers into the sludge and slid them between her lips. She was feeling a bit peckish.
Ellen spotted another collared girl, dressed in baby blue silk boxer and camisole set passing in the hall. "Girl, girl," she called out. "Come here now. Assume supplication." The student, a lovely blonde, immediately fell to her knees before the sorority president, turned up her head, and opened her mouth. "Good, good," she smiled as she held her chin in her hand. She had such plush lips this one. The woman would have loved to ram her pipe down the slave's throat but someone else had greater need. Maybe later. "The doctor's cock is hard. She needs to cum. Use your lips." The other crawled on her hands and knees across the floor to the black haired woman, slid down her panties and engulfed Dana's tool, taking all 11 inches without difficulty.
Casey stood up from the apparatus removing her hand from the twitching organ, her crevice wet and spotless from a fresh cleaning. "I'm empty. Lisbet can handle more though. Did you want to feed her Mom?"
"I never thought you'd ask dear," she answered stepping forward. "I've been holding for over two days now, waiting to try this thing out." She looked down at the restrained German. She had an open innocence to her. Her rounded, freckled face was topped with a crown of wheat blonde braids. Her eyes had a pleading quality to them. Her face was held in position by a brace that stretched between the two pads on either side and her mouth was pried open by an oral spreader. It was harder for a slave to clean the ass afterwards but for her, and apparently her daughter, the idea of feeding another your shit whether they wanted it or not was an aphrodisiac all by itself. Ellen removed her panties, lifted her dress over her head, and sat down on the double bars, lining her rosebud up with the plush lips below. She spread her cheeks and hunkered down a bit more shifting her 47 inch ass to completely engulf the girl beneath her while still giving her a way to breath, then leaned back slightly. "Hop on board dear. Let Mummy fuck your ass while she feeds your slave."
Casey grinned at the doctor as she straddled the Cradle once more facing her parent. She nodded to the doctor who replaced the student's hand with her own on the braided girl's member. Slowly she sunk her starfish down over the monstrous meat before her and took one a nipple into her mouth. It was a place she had been many times before. It was a place she liked to be.
Ellen sighed, set her hands on the girl's hips, and began thrusting into the anal canal of her child as she pushed her first massive snake of sludge down the Lisbet's throat. "I really do hope she's hungry," she murmured.
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Penelope was pleasantly surprised with her new surroundings. The mansion was larger than anything she had ever lived in and she had her own room right beside Lorelei's. She hadn't caught her name at the time when they had met the last time she had been to Meadowvale but the blonde had not forgotten how to suck a cock in the interim. As she facefucked her new older sister she looked around the room. Grandma Annika was pushing her nine inches into the rear passage of Mummy Quinn while also jacking the freckled brunette.
A girl about her own age she had been introduced to as Mummy Quinn's niece Kayleigh was being triple teamed by Mummy Marlena, Mummy Brenda and her older sister Lotti. Both her cunt and ass were being stretched by the large pipes of the first two while the last pumped the young girl's her own shaft in and out of her mouth. She had been a surprise. She knew Lorelei would be here, she knew she would have one girl she could eventually control. Now it seemed she would have two.
As she increased the pace of Lorelei on her piece she studied the other, a brunette like her mother, Mummy Quinn. She had an innocent, angelic face and a pliable demeanor. "She reminds me a bit of Amber actually," Penelope mused. She wondered which one she would feed first. The blonde at her feet was pretty in her own way, but Kayleigh had a natural beauty to her, a vulnerability that spoke to devotion to the one that would protect her. "I will be your white knight lovely Kayleigh," she promised silently as her cum surged down the gullet of the other girl "I will protect you from everyone...everyone...everyone but me."
Annika looked over at Penelope as the latter thrust into the mouth of her youngest granddaughter unloading her seed. "Well, technically, she wasn't the youngest anymore now was she?" she corrected. The futagen was two years shy of her birthday and Kayleigh landed right in between them age wise. As she ploughed into the lingerie store artisan she reflected on the new family dynamic and her place in it. There was little doubt that she would be the shot caller, at least initially. Eventually Marlena and Brenda would take over that role, but for now they would merely advise, she would decide. It was going to cut into the time she could devote to running research for the Fenwell Group. "I should look into getting an administrative assistant, like Charlotte has with Maria," she declared inwardly. "It would help take some of the clutter off of my desk and let me concentrate on the important issues."
Her hand felt the Harper woman's length begin to throb under her ministrations. "Are you getting close now Quinnie? Getting close to your cum?" A desperate nod was her wordless answer. Annika suspected earlier but knew then. She was going to have her way with Miss Harper whenever and wherever she wanted. "Why don't you start playing with your titties like a good girl?" she then asked as her other hand traced a path to the woman's pink. She was gaining ground on her release as well. "That's right, pinch them over and over, just like that," she coached and dipped three fingers into her pussy. In and out cock and fingers pumped, each massaging the buttons of bliss in ass and cunt. The younger woman began arching more fervently as she squeezed her nipples in time to the three strokes. "Cum now my little Quinnie," she whispered in her ear, "cum for Mummy Annika."
She hadn't felt this way in so long. Between trying to establish herself in the clothing field and caring for her 13 year old niece Kayleigh, Quinn had never been given a chance to grow into adulthood. It had been thrust upon her violently. She needed help and she knew it. It's why she leapt at the chance to be a part of the Quad when Brenda asked her. But now, right now, none of that mattered. She was floating at the very edge of her cresting in the loving embrace of Mummy Annika. A fleshy invader had taken over her rear passage. More had commandeered her clit. A diligent hand stroked her glistening rod, brushing her crown again and again. Little shocks of pain emanated from her breasts as her areolas were pinched. She felt warm, comfortable, secure in the carnal cocoon the older woman had made for her. She could allow herself to be vulnerable here; she could allow herself to succumb to the will of others.
"Cum now my little Quinnie," she heard whispered in her ear, "cum for Mummy Annika."
Eyes closed, her head lolled back onto the shoulder behind her, she sighed and surrendered to the urging voice. The fluids of her lust were released. Girl cum flooded out of her pussy as her seed began to shoot out of her glistening member.
"Good girl Baby Quinnie, good girl."
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"I'd like you to meet someone," Charlotte explained to the futagen the three of them walked hand in hand into the indoor theatre with Riley. "This here is Auntie Astrid," she stated indicating the bald woman strapped into the Cradle wearing a Cockblocker and Happy Pants. "She is not one of your Mummies but she is important nonetheless. Auntie Astrid loves to eat shit. She's eaten the shit of everyone who lives here. I'll bet your feeling pretty full after all that food you ate at suppertime aren't you? I noticed you really liked the spaghetti squash. We'll have to make that more often." The woman removed the girl's panties as she spoke and lifted her onto the contraption. "Auntie Astrid here hasn't had supper yet, but I'll bet she is famished."
The youngest Halversson daughter grabbed a nearby chair and sat next to her trapped aunt as another log worked its way out of the bald woman's ass and into the gusset of the garment. She already had a pile of waste on her stomach. The redhead idly started spreading the mud around on the body coating the breasts of her mother's sister and snacking on a bit herself as she did.
"Slide back now Imogen, slide back and spread your cheeks for Auntie Astrid," the matriarch instructed. "Good, good. Now let your rosebud blossom little one, let it open up; feed Auntie Astrid your wonderful fudge." Once she was in position, the firm hand of the silver haired woman, slickened brown, began to slide up and down on her little cock. It felt so good. Her hips gently humped against the dirty fingers that caressed her organ.
The girl remembered how she had done this before when she was in Meadowvale before Christmas. The woman then seemed to like it. She watched her start to rhythmically flex as her new sister began an even stroking of her erect member with a hand coated in pasty brown. She knew what a Cockblocker was. She had never worn one, but she remembered from the clinic what they did. She could hear the familiar buzzing from beneath the sludge oozing out of the panties. Dreamily she looked back over her shoulder to be sure she was lined up over the muddy mouth and let her filth flow into the gaping maw.
"There we go, good girl Imogen, good girl," Grandma Charlotte praised quietly as she masturbated her with one hand and pulled out her phone with the other. "That feels nice doesn't it, feeding your shit to Auntie Astrid? She likes it too little one, she really does. Watch now," she further directed, loosening the Cockblocker. The girl's ass crackled as she further fed the bald woman. The latter's lips smacked as she eagerly welcomed the nourishment. And the sludgy pipe before her launched nice long streams of thick gooey cum into the air as it was deliberately pumped.
"Mmmmmmmm. See how much she loves your shit Imogen? She's cumming and cumming and cumming. You should feed Auntie Astrid whenever you can." She pushed more of her muck down the throat of the trapped woman as she intently watched the pearly cream geyser up from the soiled pipe surge after surge. "You want to cum now too, don't you? Be a good girl, cum for Grandma Charlotte." The crackling of the hands pumping cocks created a carnal cacophony with the noise of her offering rosebud. The girl became foggy and then her own release was upon her. She spurted again and again as she leaned back into the coddling body behind her. And through it all she swallowed reflexively. Imogen Mason never noticed her new grandmother repeatedly sliding two fingers of fudge through her slackened lips.
End of Chapter 56