Meadowvale Academy Chapter 75
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Meadowvale Academy
Chapter 75: Sunday Arrivals: Part 2
"I've been thinking of going into something with plants," Camisha answered thoughtfully as she snaked her other arm around the Bettany's waist. "Forestry or horticulture, maybe botany, I haven't decided yet, but something along those lines."
"You know Siggy here has her master's in plant science," Violet revealed as she watched the dark hand push aside the hem of her daughter's dress and find the panty hidden ridge of flesh beneath it. "You could do far worse than to pick her brain."
"Bettany here has been apprenticing for Flowerpower since she started at the academy," the Swedish woman informed the Zondo girl. "This is Maja's second year in the program and Inge just started in September." She had also noticed the wandering digits of the student she was talking to but, like her long time friend, maintained a veil of obliviousness. "Who is it you are apprenticing with at the moment?"
"I have been working on various orchards and farms in the area, helping with the harvests as they happen," the girl replied as her fingers began to trace the vein on the underside of the concealed cock causing her to arch slightly. "I've even done some tree planting earlier in the year. But to be honest, I haven't really learned much beyond which bug spray works with what bug."
"You know, we have a large number of contracts coming up this spring," Sigrid pointed out looking to her business partner. "There are more than a few new or re-designed homes going up that have tapped us for landscaping, never mind that we have had the library re-do on the books for almost a year now. We can't put it off any longer. We could use another body."
"You're not wrong," Violet agreed sharing an inquisitive look with the Nilsson woman and getting a nod in affirmation in return. "Would you like to apprentice for us for the last half of the year? It won't be the full program but you'll learn more than you would picking vegetables."
"Do you have room?" the South African girl asked perking up, her hand steadily stroking the engorged member of the redhead having now moved inside the cotton undergarment.
"You seem like you would be a good fit for our little group," the hostess confirmed, "and as mentioned we do need help."
"The two of you look like you are good friends," the curly haired woman observed. She glanced over at her two daughters who were not faring nearly as well in hiding their arousal or feigning ignorance.
"Mom says we are special friends," Camisha disclosed as she continued her machinations.
"Special friends?" Violet queried, "You mean like girlfriends?"
"More special than that," the dark skinned girl declared as she urged her lover's mushroom into the fresh air. "Much more special."
"How do you mean?" the Swede probed.
"We've made a commitment to make sure each of us get everything they need from the other," she explained looking deeply into Bettany's eyes "*Everything* they need from the other; everything they need every day."
"That sounds very deep," Maja spoke up for the first time. With hair every bit as curly and crinkly as her mother's but tied up in a messy top knot, she squirmed in her chair and fought to keep her hands off of her own stiff stock, trying to maintain decorum like her parent.
"Indeed it does," her parent agreed. "Perhaps you can show us? I know my girls would be very interested to see what a relationship like that looks like, she suggested glancing at the two younger Nilssons. "They are at an age where they will start to take an interest in other girls soon if they haven't already-"
"-it might be educational for them to witness something like this first hand," Violet finished standing up. "I know just how to do it. Come with me dear, you too Camisha," she directed taking a hand of each and guiding them to the living room. Siggy if you could grab that roll of rubber matting in the corner and lay it down here, there should be enough to cover all of it. Oh the pillow as well please."
Her dark-skinned counterpart did as she was asked, leaning the pillow against the big plush armchair before covering it and the floor in front of it with the resistant sheeting.
"I think you know what to do from here," she smiled at the Zondo girl as she interlocked their fingers. "Girls, come over here and sit on the floor with your mother and I to get a good look. This should be interesting."
But for the heavy breathing painting the air in arousal, one might have mistaken the two youngest for zombies so entranced were they by what was happening. Camisha had removed her underwear as well as Bettany's dress and made a small rip in the front of the readhead's cotton panties, just large enough to pull her steely member through and grant it the freedom it craved. She sat the freckled girl down in front of the chair, drew her knees up and spread her legs. The student with the curly black hair dipped her girlfriend's hands in a proffered jar of Beanstalk and placed both on her meaty length. She instinctively began stroking deliberately, her gaze never wavering from the one she loved.
Camisha watched as the women pulled Maja and Inge down onto them sinking a pair of more experienced lengths into their pussies and providing a sturdy anchor for their impending bliss. The lubricant was quickly passed around and only second later two younger, darker tools were being similarly handled by the fingers that knew them best. Three sets of hands fell into rhythm pumping up and down as the thrusting from beneath copied the cadence. It was a pleasant sight, a pleasant sound. Four lovely bodies fast approaching their place of pleasure and each being lead by her beautiful girlfriend whose hunger was betrayed by her pleading eyes. The South African smiled and nodded to herself, pleased at where events had led this night. She climbed up on the chair and put her hands on the backrest, then looked over her shoulder at the others before gazing down at the ginger haired girl beneath. It was time to begin.
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Not that she expected anything different but Gisela was nonetheless pleased when her new servant showed up after dinner in a sexy French maid's outfit that was cut at the mid thigh and left the woman's nipples exposed as she had instructed. Freja was proving to be quite obedient. "It's too bad I can't take you back with me," she mused aloud as she casually used one hand on the back of her head to face fuck two fingers of her other in and out of the woman's mouth. She glanced at her granddaughter nodding as if to say `watch and learn'. She slowly turned her head back beckoning the girl to follow her focus and peered into the Jarvela woman's eyes and smiled as she continued her oral invasion. "Yes, it's too bad. I could use someone like you around my apartment. I'll bet you keep everything nice and clean around here. Everything and everyone."
She had pulled Alanna Davenport aside following supper ostensibly to compliment her cooking but in reality she wanted to hear more about the Finnish woman who had helped her with her luggage. She wanted to know if her suspicions were true. The caramel shaded hotelier smiled wryly at her queries, sensing her interest.
"Tell her to fetch her service cart from the closet in the hall," she advised. "Everything she will need, everything you'll need her to need, will be on there." With that she turned and bent her daughter over the table. The latter willingly stopped clearing the dishes as her mother plunged her re-hardened 10 inches into her rosebud treating herself to a dessert of a different kind.
She looked at the redhead and pulled her fingers from her lips. "I've been told you have a wonderful service cart full of lovely secrets hidden in a closet down the hall. Why don't you be a good girl and go fetch that for Hannelore and myself?" She slid her hand down her torso, caressed her cock to its stiffening and patted her on her cheeks to start her on her way.
The two Tajimands sat on a loveseat in the large lounge at the front of the bed & breakfast with their bonded daughters. Amira, in her 17th year at the college, was pushing the collared Gerda Johanssen to the very edge of her release and pulling her back again at the last moment as a source of idle amusement. The carrot topped student arched wildly only to groan in frustration as the ring of the cockblocker tightened yet again and the stroking hand casually abandoned her. "Oh, did I stop too soon lovely girl?" she asked as she humped desperately in her lap. "I do keep doing that don't I?" she asked rhetorically. "I would apologize but it is so wonderful watching you squirm the way you do when you are like this. It's lucky I put you in cuffs before we started or your hands would be all over yourself now wouldn't they? Yes, yes, they probably would. There's only one thing for it, you know. We're just going to have to let you soften again, calm you down. You just sit here with Mummy Amira and practice your breathing exercises."
For her part the professor's natural born child Zari was slamming her massive 11 inches in and out of Élodie Delacourt's plump ass as she reached around the slightly wider girl and stroked her equally large cock. This was their first year together at the college and for the black haired Persian it had been glorious, especially after spending the last two collared under her mother. Not that she didn't teach her a lot; many of the dom tricks in her book came directly from her parent. But the learning had been torture. All she had to do was look at the poor Danish girl who had succeeded her to see that.
Zari had been where she was now numerous times in the past 24 months, bouncing off the walls in tears as her mother denied her time and again, her balls some shade darker than indigo. She would never go to that place with Élodie. There was a pre-existing bond. To be honest the pair had been fucking since the French girl turned 12. The two households had known each other for years. Caspian Dairy, the Tajimand farm was only a 15 minute drive away from Broadview Feed & Supply, the shop her mother owned. The junior's 17 year old sister Niki currently apprenticed there. Likewise Genevieve, the younger sibling of her servant, completed the familial exchange program and worked with the cows after school every day.
No, this was something different that what her mother had with her, what her mother had with pretty much any of the girls that fell under her sway. Élodie had size and girth and the right demeanor. She wanted to groom the sandy haired French girl to be a dom like her. The two of them could really be something together in a couple of years, they could be quite a team. "A pair of big bad girls with 11 inch beasts," she grinned as she hammered into her slave with relish and pumped her throbbing piece. "Fun would be had by all but especially them."
Lorena squirmed a bit as the tongue below probed her nether regions pushing past her crinkled starfish. She sat in a plusher version of the type of chairs that lined the dining room table downstairs. Apparently, this was the standard model and those other ones were a special order for this establishment. According to the two girls having their way with her slave on the floor, every rented room in the place had one of these. The twin girlie girl's looked so cute together in their little French maid outfits, replicas of the one their mother wore. That they lacked all of the pleasure sleeves of other futas was obvious when the Ridgeway bunch entered the B&B while they were still getting dressed after their sunset fuckfest. "Without a doubt, one of our more entertaining entrances in recent years," she mused as she watched Adi fuck her sister Uli and plunge her lips up and down on her own organ as the latter prepared the way for her post meal feeding beneath her ass.
A few feet away Lily Foster was on her back with her wrists and ankles bound to a portable spreader bar on the ground over her head. Apparently, every rented room came with one of those as well thought she wondered how many of the non-futa guests actually recognized either item for what they were. "They think of everything here," she commented inwardly smiling as she continued her amusement. Her tongue was eagerly bathing the rosebud of the lighter of the two, Sofia she thought her name was as her fleshy orbs imprisoned the bottom half of the brunette's face. Kneeling next to the pair the other, Brandy, was pumping the stiff pink pipe to length with her mocha hand and using her phone to tighten down the Cockblocker with the other. The jar of Beanstalk she had brought with her lay open next to the girl and the crown of the masturbated member had crept over halfway up the university student's breastal valley. The professor nodded to the one on top as if to give her permission.
"Just a few more minutes," Sofia explained glancing towards her partners stroking digits and the head of the cock that was stretching closer and closer, "we want to give her a two course meal. It's a wonderful combination of flavours."
"You should like you speak from experience," the Spanish woman probed.
"We all do to some extent," Brandy chimed in, "some more than others, but we all do. It is a mother's duty to feed and nourish her child is it not?" she added smiling.
"Yes, yes, I suppose it is," the oldest among them answered looking down. "Or any other growing girl that needs to eat for that matter.
"Well, in the case of these two, they'll make the rounds and once their stomachs are bulging, they'll dump it all in their mother's mouth," the first revealed.
"The red headed woman in the maid's outfit?" she asked already aware of the answer.
"One and the same," the Davenport girl revealed.
"She is the biggest shitslut here-" Sofia boasted
"-and she only found her appetite three weeks ago." Brandy blurted.
"Well, I've got a bit of a load here," the Spanish woman divulged, "but I can wait if you can."
"We're almost there," the darker girl noted as Lily Foster's mushroom bumped up against the bottom of her chin.
"Almost," Lorena sighed as the tongue below once more fucked upwards.
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The den was crowded to the point that the several pizzas they had ordered had to be laid out on the dining room table next door. There were 13 of them, but there were enough slices to go around and then some. The three seniors all sat with their backs to one of the couches food on paper towels, drinking out of soda cans. Behind them were three of the McFaddens. Lorna, the matriarch, had a leg on either side of Wakiya with a beer in one hand and a slice in the other. Marjorie and Brody sat next to her, the first crosslegged, the other with her legs drawn up absently massaging Ingrid's shoulders with her feet as she ate.
The Morningmoon girl sniffed and pushed back slightly against the older woman as she slid forward a bit in her seat. The younger liked the scent of the grey haired principal she remembered fondly from her time at Adderwood. There was something about her today.
Four younger students, Wakiya's sister Tika, her cousin Olawa, Strawberry Roundtree and Beate Bauer, who had not been there when the three girls left to go on their walk, lay on their stomachs gorging out on a few different varieties of pie and pop carrying on as classmates will. Olawa suddenly belched loudly and longly causing the quartet to crack up.
"Ola!" her mother scolded, only half seriously from her place next to her sister Chimaka, Molly McFadden, and the other new arrival the oldest Morningmoon daughter didn't recognize. A chuckle from the other two produced a disapproving look from the first who was having trouble hiding the lift of corners of her lips.
The four plates lay stacked on the table, empty but for the 14 rinds of pizza crusts that were piled on the topmost as the quartet of Nawaji and Chimaka Morningmoon, Molly McFadden, as well as Annalise Bauer sat discussing, tablets in hand.
"You know the Deondra Zondo from Adderwood Middle School," the German woman looked to the two black haired parents. "Tika and Olawa would have had her in each of the last two years. This is her sister Jerrika." A new file appeared on their screens as the blonde distributed it from her own screen. "She has her certificates in welding, carpentry, and leatherworking and a degree in Mycology. She is currently looking to get back into the trade game again. People I've talked to highly recommend her. Bit off the charts with her downtime but all business once she has a hammer in hand. If you want another full timer you could do a lot worse."
"She sounds rather interesting," Chimaka nodded considering.
"Says here she homeschooled her twins out of a housetrailer," Molly noted, sipping her beer.
"Up until they were 12," Annalise confirmed. "Then she enrolled them in Adderwood and moved in with her sister."
"How'd that work out?" asked the other Morningmoon.
"Well, here are their files," the human resources manager revealed as two more documents appeared on the tablets of the others. "Their grades don't seem to have suffered at all from the lack of formal education. She did a good job with the pair."
"Basketball, swimming, no robotics team?" queried the Scot.
"Not much for wiring I'm told, but I do know all of the girls in that house do their fair share of carpentry on a lesser scale and the twins lead the way," the bureaucrat explained. "Birdhouses, doghouses, cathouses. I've got one for Rufus and a birdhouse out back for the cardinals I get. They do good work. If you are looking for apprentices, I'd at least talk to them.
"We are actually," Nawaji verified. "Three more assuming our full timers increase to six. With Wakiya, Ola, and Tika that would give us a half dozen teams of two and the flexibility to move people around from job to job, work multiple sites at the same time if we need to."
"So we need one more then...hmm," the Bauer woman pondered flipping through the contents of her tablet. "How about her?" she offered sharing another file after a few minutes of deliberation.
"Basketball and baseball," Chimaka nodded. "And it looks like she's good too."
"So she'd know the Zondo twins," the redhead pointed out.
"And `kiya," Nawaji added.
"Any idea what she is like with tools?" Molly probed.
"There is nothing here along those lines so on paper, that is a weak spot," the German woman admitted. "But my Beate tells me that she spends a lot of time with the Winchester girl so I'm willing to wager that part of life is not completely foreign to her. I'd at least talk to her. I know she is looking for a placement and you'd have her for three years."
"Fair enough, we can at least do that," the eldest Morningmoon agreed. "If we do bring her on, she'll be the least experienced. We'll have to put her with the one who can bring her along the best."
"Me!" blurted both Nawaji and Molly almost simultaneously provoking laughter from around the table as they all peered at the profile picture of Fiona Morrissey.
"I think we have too much pizza or not enough people," Pineapple joked taking another bite of Hawaiian as she laughed along with the others.
"How much is still out there?" Ingrid asked.
"I count three that haven't even been opened yet," replied Brodie looking over at the table from her higher vantage point.
"It's too bad Lileas and Torrii couldn't make it tonight" the blonde American lamented looking around. "They would have enjoyed this."
"Each in their own way," the older Scott qualified with a smile reflecting momentarily on her younger cousins. "But they are with their mother. Some kind of work dinner, a bit more formal than this one I'm guessing."
"What, we aren't posh enough for you now Queen Brody?" the dreadlocked cut in with mock indignation as the others laughed at her expression.
The Sioux senior finished off her vegetarian slice then looked at the stranger and at the budding swim team star once again. "Is that Beate's mother?" she asked no one in particular.
"Yes, yes it is," came the answer from Marjorie behind her. "Annalise Bauer. She works in the Mayor's Office with my sister, Human Resources. With all the new building going on we're going to have to bring on more hands, both Artisans and Apprentices. She came over to talk about allocations."
"How many people do you think you'll need?" asked the Halversson girl.
"Well, need isn't the same as get," Lorna conceded as she pushed in a bit further and firmed her legs, slowly pinning the girl's arms beneath them. She picked up another piece of pizza and started feeding the black haired senior who willingly let her mouth be filled. "Sometimes what you need isn't what you get and what you get isn't what you need. Sometimes though you get what you need even if you don't know you need it at the time." The grey haired woman treated Wakiya's willing maw like a woodchipper; never withdrawing, always pushing forward until there was no more, then replacing what was eaten with more to eat. "Like right now. You didn't know you wanted me to feed you but now that I am, you understand it's what you wanted isn't it?" She asked as she folded another wedge of takeout and forced it in.
Wakiya calmly devoured what was put in front of her machine like, breathing through her nose, taking in her old principal's heady aroma. It was slowly pulling her further and further under. She could feel her firmness pressing into the back of her head as her own cock began to harden. She slumped slightly and her legs fell apart revealing the ridge beneath her denim.
"Oh dear," the eldest McFadden exclaimed quietly, caressing the dark hair in front of her with one hand then pushing down tilting the head towards the ceiling as she maintained the steady stuffing with the other. "It seems like our girl here is a little uncomfortable." She nodded to Pineapple who was sitting beside her. "Perhaps you can help her out with that. I'll bet she would feel a lot better if her cock were free of those tight jeans. Yes, yes, I'll bet she would." The dreadlocked blonde smiled knowing the direction the events were starting to turn.
For Lorna it wasn't an unexpected reaction. She had prepared for this. Her good friend Gisela Blumenfeld was going to be visiting these three girls in front of her tomorrow as part of Ridgeway's annual Visitation Day. She would be looking for a new Bonded Daughter, likely her last one. The two had spoken on the phone a week and a half ago about the seniors due to attend the college in the fall. To be sure the professor due to retire in two years had access to all of the girl's files which were quite thorough. Included within were not only their scholastic grades, but body measurements, personal traits, as well as interests away from class. All of the staff could call them up on their computers. But the Austrian woman trusted her judgment to take a closer look, so she had.
She had narrowed it down to the three before her and had taken the time to acquire semen samples for all of them from the clinic as well as a quick mix kit. Moreover, she had made a quick phone call when she had the chance to help things along. It had taken an hour of further observation and small talk but then the plan was set in motion. Now she watched as the cock of the one she had chosen for her colleague sprung to attention as her jeans were removed. "Such a nice big piece," she mused silently as Pineapple closed her hand on the shaft and began to pump.
The principal fed her the last of the slice, guided her head into a crack between the couch cushions and pushed down, wedging her into place and lowering the level of her face. "Is my baby thirsty now? Does she want to wash down her pizza?," she asked quietly sliding forward. The senior's jaw slackened and she licked the bottom of her pipe as it passed over her causing the schoolmarm to sigh. The student's tongue passed over her balls as the Scottish woman placed her pussy on the girl's lips. Lorna caressed Wakiya's hair as she began pissing down her throat. Movement near the doorway caught her eye and she waved over the new arrivals Charlotte Mason and Annika Schwartzstein. As they made their way across the room she smiled down once more down on the docile futa. "Yes, you are in your own little world now aren't you my precious girl?" she murmured. "And we will keep you there, help you learn and grow, feed you and nurture you and feed you again. Prepare you for your new Mummy." She handed Charlotte the other two seniors the two spare vials of Lustrium she had mixed as she formed a tighter seal on the Morningmoon's girl's mouth with her urethra. "You'll want to use these."
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Camisha looked back to the sofa once again. Hands on the elongated cocks of the two younger students matched the new pace presented to them and the plunging into their carnal cavities by parent and partner became equally robust. Her rosebud was but an inch above Bettany's mouth. She peered down just in time to see her arch her neck slightly and reach up with her tongue; sliding its tip along the greasy end of her chocolate lovelog. She pushed out a bit more; beckoning her to open wider, reach further. The slopping, squishing, sglitching noises were louder and more insistent now as their approaching ecstasy was coaxed forth by the teasing display. Bettany could wait no longer, she could wait no longer; no one could. She relaxed her sphincter and fed her little bird her lovely long worm of sludge.
"Isn't that beautiful Inge?" Violet whispered into the young girl's ear as she slammed her beef into her pink. "So beautiful watching my lovely girl feed on the filth of others, so beautiful. You think it is beautiful don't you?"
The second Nilsson daughter nodded mutely as she watched the never ending brown tube of shit slowly, implacably ooze out of the anal canal of one girl and into the mouth of the next as the latter swallowed in time with her stroking.
"Say it, say it Inge,"
"It's beautiful!" she mewled desperately her hands speeding up again. The crown of her piece was bumping up against the bottom of her chin now, creating a clear slippery coating of lust.
"You're getting thirsty now aren't you?" the Foster woman looked over at the other pair noticed that Sigrid had been following their conversation and that Maja was in much the same condition. "It seems like you both are. Why don't you put your cocks in your mouths. I'll bet if you do, you won't be so thirsty soon. Keep watching Camisha and Bettany while you do though, you don't want to miss anything."
Robotically they obeyed, eyes never veering away from that which held their attention.
"Up and down, up and down, that's right just like your hands. Soon you won't be thirsty at all," she coached as she re-doubled her efforts to attain her own joy. The two heads desperately bobbed on the crowns of the steely shafts, urging forth the cresting of their mutual release. The eyes of the sisters narrowed and focused on the fudgy feast being steadily fed to the ginger, the subsequent flexing of her throat, the vigourous handling of her enlarged pipe now pushing into the downward deluge of waste. Everyone was close, everyone was tingling, the buzzing of their impending bliss drowning out everything else.
Bettany eagerly gulped down the banquet of mud her lover served her. She had such a hunger now. Her own balls were filling fast. Over the past two weeks she had developed a feel for when they were. Her cum would flow soon. Her stomach was likewise starting to expand, She could feel the slight increase as she stroked herself, there was less space there than there was before. More and more she ate, she didn't even have to chew. The consistency of her partner's filth was such that she could simply swallow and let it slide down her throat over and over. So creamy. So soft. So yummy.
The incessant massage of the tasty paste over the head of her cock was pushing her over the edge. She could feel herself leaking clear grease now. Leaking became little half oozings that mixed lightly with the heavier fecal treat. Her pumping hands coaxed the oozing into small gushes, the cream being released starting to increase in amount. Faster and faster she fed as, with a grunt, the speed at which her nourishment pushed through her lips increased significantly. The suddenly forceful kneading of the descending sludge on her mushroom demolished the last roadblock to her rapture.
Her balls gave forth her gooey treasure and her muddy meal became even more savoury. Again and again her seed jetted upwards. There would be no end in sight. She had saturated. Even when the flow of filth ended her creamy offering would continue. She pinched her button, her girl juice started to flood from her, and her rosebud slackened in surrender. She felt her long brown log work its way down her anal canal and push into her panties. Nice and warm, it curled in the cotton, filling the gusset as more of her shit slid out of her ass. A chorus of groans, barely discernable, sounded from around her. She took one hand off of her spasming member and mashed the mush against her pussy and balls through the flimsy material. She added her own vocalization to the others and instinctively thrust upwards as her surging entered a new frenzy.
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The dark grey Land Rover pulled into Meadowvale just as the sun was setting and the streetlights were coming on. They had made decent time all things considered. For the pair up front, the community had the feel of a long missed friend that needed to be caught up on all that had happened since they had been parted. And it had been a while since either of them had truly spent time here. True there were the usually Christmas visits, but the hand off to their successors after their recent retirement from the Fenwell Group had developed a life all its own and conspired to keep them in Blackbridge Common this year.
"But we're here now," the driver commented to the passenger as if reading her thoughts.
"Yes, yes we are," the second answered flipping down her visor and looking into the makeup mirror there at the two in the back. "Did you say it was on Howard Avenue Temperance?"she queried quietly aware that the young girl sitting beside the black haired woman had drifted off some time ago. The three of them took turns behind the wheel when on long drives, they always did. It allowed everyone to arrive at their destination fresh.
"Near the end, on the left next to the parkette," she returned. "There's a nice footpath through there to the downtown core, takes you past the river."
"We appreciate you coming down here and arranging this for us in our stead," the first acknowledged, glancing in her own mirror. "There's no way we could have moved so fast on this if you hadn't"
"Getting the movers out ahead of us was a smart as well," the other pointed out. "And we definitely needed the week on the coast to re-charge."
"I actually do not mind a winter vacation in those little towns near Chalmersport. No crowds to wade through, nice a peaceful, you can really unwind," the driver observed.
The passenger looked over her shoulder at their longtime administrative assistant Temperance Augustina. "And everything is out of boxes and set up already?"
"I've been in constant communication with the woman we hired at this end to oversee everything. You met her three years ago when we were all down for Christmas," the raven haired beauty divulged flicking her eyes to the passenger. "She is your daughter's business partner."
"Ariella?" asked the other as she turned onto Howard Avenue.
"One and the same."
"Does she have any idea who her clients are?" she followed up.
"I kept your names out of it."
"So Bianca doesn't know either then?" probed the second flipping up the visor.
"Not a clue," Temperance answered to slight smiles from up front.
Presently they pulled into the drive of their new home and Morna Vickers looked at the building as she turned off the ignition. The exterior was everything they could have hoped for. The photos that had been provided by the real estate agency did not do it justice. A light green wood sided structure with a nice large display window at the front with aqua trim. Space enough for customer parking but not too much. The flowerbeds could be re-planted and there were enough trees around to provide shade. If the parts they couldn't see were anything like the ones they could, they would be well pleased.
Temperance began grabbing their luggage from the back as the three adults emerged from the vehicle. Morna glanced over at her twin Myrna who opened the rear door. "Wake up little Evangeline, we're here, we're home."
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"They look so cute when they are locked in and feeding like this," Joyce commented as she tossed her jacket on an examination table. The small bulge in her stomach was easily noticeable, further evidence of the effectiveness of Fecalmillium.
"Yes, yes, they do," Stella agreed following suit with the others.
"Check out the reservoirs," Madison gushed looking to the four nearly full containers. "They must have saturated five minutes after we left!"
"Best the two of you replace those," Evelyn instructed. "Don't forget to turn off the feed before you do though, we don't want to waste any."
The two seniors made their way to the supply room as Sally Ann brought up the rear, snuggled against her roommate and looked down at the two restrained futas. "They look so calm, so peaceful."
"They're on their way to accepting their circumstance," the big blonde nodded kissing her partner on the forehead. "They're now discovering who they are, who they've always been. We will complete that process tonight, here, now."
"They look so lovely, like they're in some kind of dream," the bespectacled redhead observed molding herself a bit more firmly into Stella's body.
"In a way they are," the other returned putting an arm around the guidance counselor, "and it's a wonderful dream, but it isn't finished yet. We will help them bring their dream to a beautiful end."
"Just in time for Visitation Day," Evelyn chimed in as she began to unfasten the feeding cock from the oral spreader that had been holding Hayden's mouth open. The latter's lengthened tongue greedily flashed out of her mouth, not wanting to give up its tasty prize so easily.
"Just in time for Visitation Day," Joyce echoed following suit with the other apparatus that had been pushing in and out of Erin's stretched maw.
Shortly thereafter Madison and Cameron returned with four new collection basins and replaced the full ones. "These won't last the entire night," Cameron noted looking to Nurse Stella. "They are just producing way too much semen."
"That's why you two are here," the Kendall woman indicated as she turned off the shit and semen flow from the latex cock. "The bunk room has an alarm clock and the diner across the way closes at 2AM and opens four hours later."
"There's also a coffee maker in the kitchen and the fridge probably has something in it," Joyce added nodded towards the back.
"Kari brought in Rice Krispie squares on Friday for the kids," the ponytailed blonde divulged, her length stiffening at the recent memory. "There's probably some of those left."
"So pretty, so lovely, so beautiful," Stella smiled as she cupped Erin's chin and looked down at her as she disentangled herself from Sally Ann. She picked up a pair of swimmer's goggles from the medical tray between the two machines and tossed a second pair to Evelyn, slipping the ones she had over the eyes of the bound blonde. "But we can make you even more pretty, more lovely, more beautiful." She accepted the feeder arm from Joyce and dialed the cock hole on it to its maximum width, then turned the flow back on, adjusting it to a constant stream. A deluge of the Serendipity mix poured out of the end of the instrument as one blonde began to liberally bath the head of the other younger one in shit.
Hayden kept her tongue stretched out as the fecal flood oozed down from above. She could feel Evelyn's hand generously rub the waste into her hair; she could feel the sludge slide down her skin. The 17 year old slurped it up as she could but it was always, deliciously, replaced by more. Her erogenous zones, almost numb from arousal now, offered up their treasures with controlled thrusting as she became one with the machines that were coaxing her bliss to new levels. Her body had never stopped producing its own fudgy paste and she could feel her soft logs snaking out below. Her breasts were almost covered to the nipples now. Privately she hoped they would be soon; she wanted to know what that would feel like, the moment her areolas became submerged in shit.
Her head became entombed in sludge. Touch and taste were the only senses she had left. She couldn't speak, see, or hear any more. A torrent of her new favourite food poured through her lips and she swallowed greedily. She could feel her head being forced back mechanically. The brunette could feel rather than hear the clicking as her skull was slowly, involuntarily, re-positioned. She guessed she must now be looking up at the ceiling as the flow of filth mounded on her face. And then it stopped.
"Are you ready to be fed lovely Hayden? Are you ready for Nurse Joyce to nourish you? Give you all of her sweet brown goodness?" the voice brought the Millbrook girl closer to the surface of perception. Where had it come from? For so long she had been hibernating in her cocoon of mud, aware but unaware, undergoing her metamorphosis into something new, something different. And now, the voice, Nurse Evelyn's voice was speaking to her. Where was it coming from? She felt movement to her left, then her right, and then a weight being pressed down upon her. Some of the shit that had been on her face was pushed in as she felt something slide back and forth and then settle.
"It's time my beautiful girl, time for lovely Hayden's first fecal feeding. Here we go."
A long log of shit oozed down from above through her lips and across her tongue. Her throat greedily flexed, instinctive and eager. The snake of sludge was without end, without pause but her swallowing was equal to the task. She welcomed this new source of nourishment. Her cock surged repeatedly in approval, her areolas slowly sunk under a tide of her own making. As the sludge from above filled her, as her own then pushed out below, the girl realized she was no longer who she was before. She was different now. She had become who she was always meant to be. She had emerged. Hayden Millbrook had become the butterfly.
End of Chapter 75