Meadowvale Academy Chapter 101
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, non-consent/reluctance, orgasm denial, podophilia, prostate milking, 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 101: Family Unions and Re-Unions Part 6
Kari Johanssen had been looking forward to this all week. She had been at the clinic just under a month and while it was always best in her mind for an apprentice to learn under the hand of another, this was special. Today they would be completing the toiletry training of three futagens from Blackbridge Common being placed in the community while at the same time training three others from scratch who had just arrived. True, Lilja had helped in bringing her little sister Froja along but she had been younger then. She had enjoyed shitting and pissing into her mouth well enough but she hadn't really developed her nurturing technique at that point or for that matter grown into her body. She had been a bit of a gawky girl then, a bit like the youngest Johanssen was now, though not as tall. Now mother and daughter would work together to create two more shitsluts for the town of Meadowvale.
The three physicians sat in rolling desk chairs silently watched the scene on the large display in the medical hub as they methodically gulped down sludge being pushed into the mouths from below. Two of the recently arrived Bosko girls, Rachela and Kasia, as well as the daughter of futa to her left lay strapped into gynecological beds while three seniors, Erin Avery, Madison Miller and, the daughter of the one on her right, Cameron Wellesley watched over them. The caregivers had agreed beforehand that the first feeding needed to be a big one. To that end, a trio of four liter containers of shit and been rolled in to ensure each of them had the healthy stomach bump that would be required for a sizeable meal. One by one the sucking sounds of the end of each siphoning process sounded and the three futas removed the hoses, head braces, and oral spreaders before turning off pumps at their feet.
"That was pleasant," Mary Ellen Grady commented offhandedly as she went through the process of packing the recently used medical apparatus away to be used later. "Do you do that often here?"
"When the situation calls for it," Patricia Wellesley answered factually as she rubbed her rounded mid-section.
"How often do these mass training sessions take place?" the Danish doctor asked.
"Well, as you know, no one can start being indoctrinated into toiletry, giving or receiving until their 12th birthday," the head clinician explained. "In the past it has been pretty haphazard in the year following, the timing a familial thing."
"And now?" asked her blonde counterpart.
"Rumour has it that a few families are planning on bringing their 12s across together, perhaps even televising it live," the older Australian divulged.
"So it's true then," the redhead inquired as she adjusted her glasses on her nose. "We are getting a TV station in town?"
"It's scheduled to go on air sometime next month," the brunette continued. "Hideka Aiuchi is the one behind it. From what I've been told the woman she hired to run the day to day arrived this week from Brazil. Asta Beaufort is going to be a big part of it as well. They've already approached us about doing something."
"Really?" exclaimed Mary Ellen standing and loosely buttoning her labjacket over her distended belly. "I should tell Domna. The Futagen Program would probably hold interest locally."
"I'll bet it would," agreed Kari tightening her bun behind her head before reaching over and sliding her finger across Patricia cheek, scooping up a smear of shit on the other's face. "You missed some," she grinned sticking her soiled digit in her mouth.
"Shall we?" the bespectacled brunette asked rhetorically walking towards the door.
Down the hall the trio walked, their gait slowed slightly by their fecal burdens until they came to that which they had been watching on screen only moments earlier. Turning the knob, the head clinician lead the others into the room.
"How are we doing in here baby?" Dr. Patricia Wellesley asked her daughter as she smiled, taking in the familiar scene.
"Kasia here is coming along just fine, aren't you sweetie?" Cameron answered still holding the younger girl's gaze as she felt her tongue wrap itself around her fingers. "She is over 80 CCs now. She needs to cum soooo badly. You need to cum don't you? Yes, yes you do. Soon, baby, soon." The younger Bosko girl's eyes widened when her minder ran the pointer finger of her other hand over the crown of her cock and her humping became more frantic than it already was.
"78, no, 79 CCs here," Madison Miller announced as the older Polish girl writhed on the table in front of her also delirious with desire.
"Your daughter is at 83 CCs right now," Erin Avery reported catching the eye of her mother who was last through the door. "And her tongue has thickened as well. She is as ready as she will ever be."
"Any idea when the others will be along Mom?" queried the Wellesley girl.
"Shortly I imagine," she returned as she slid her undergarments down her legs, an action quickly mimicked by the other two doctors. "I told them 3:00 PM, it is 2:48 now. Though I do agree, we should get started."
One my one the three older futas climbed up onto the three beds and swung a leg over the girl restrained on each, Patricia Wellesley resting comfortably atop the Kasia Bosko, Kari Johanssen finding purchase on the more robust body of her older sister Rachela, and finally Mary Ellen Grady backing herself onto her daughter Tatum Jean.
Despite the restraints Rachela moaned and mewled as her body tried to hump frantically at the variety of mechanical stimuli it was being subjected to. The speed of both dildos pounding her pussy and ass had been increased only fueling the pace at which her nine inch cock was thrusting through the greasy Cock Collar. The buzzing against her prostate from the implant they had told her of earlier only pushed her arousal further past the point of conscious control of her actions. Even as the rest of her body squirmed in ecstasy though, her head remained perfectly still in the metal brace that held it in place.
She didn't register the additional weight on her body at first, or even the deepening of the shadows, so unfocused was she on her surroundings. There was a soft caressing of her hair and quiet cooing as both the weight pressed down more and closer to her head and the darkness grew further until she felt skin on skin. "...open your mouth sweet Rachela, let your tongue explore..." the voice said. Her own thoughts jumbled, she blindly obeyed, licking the skin that was now enveloping her face. First one side, then the other, then the middle where a bitter bloom awaited her.
Initially she was repulsed by the taste but visceral arousal her body was swimming in swept those feelings into its wake, submersing them in desire. Her tongue probed the opening she had discovered and pushed past the tightness in curiousity. "...that's right Rachela," the voice urged, "lick inside, all around, taste it all..." Her newly enlarged pink instinctively exploring the cavern it had found, sluicing up the juices as it came upon them. Deeper and deeper she delved until her questing tip ran up against a solid mass of bitterness.
She licked around it eagerly, lost in her lust and curious at the same time. And then it started to move and her enthusiasm began to fade even as her arousal churned onwards. "...time to feed Rachela...time to feed...time to cum..." Her tongue was relentlessly expelled from the place it had explored as the hole widened further forcing her lips to part until her jaw hurt. And then a thick pipe of shit oozed into her gaping mouth, its flow implacable. Head held in place, there was nowhere for the mass of waste to go but down. Her cheeks were soon bulging and she had no choice but to swallow. Her action provided no respite as her she was filled anew. The deluge continued unabated as her throat flexed in desperation. "...time to feed Rachela...time to cum..." And then she was. All of the restraints on her release suddenly vanished. Her body convulsed in carnal joy as her pussy exploded in orgasm and her cock erupted. A blinding sense of bliss overwhelmed her even as the sludge continued wending its way down her gullet. Over and over her ecstasy screamed to the surface of her consciousness as she gleefully filled her stomach with filth.
The oldest Bosko girl had mixed emotions when the flood of fudge had finally ended and her throat then became a urinal for the older woman who had just shat in her mouth. She saw the name tag identifying the redheaded futa as Dr. Johanssen as she climbed down from her perch above her and couldn't help but notice a bit of a bump in her stomach. Madison, the girl who had been with her all along, looked down on her and smiled at her look of disappointment before beginning to mount the table herself. "Don't worry sweetie," she assured the younger student as she pulled her cheeks apart and backed over her mouth. "I'll make sure you cum some more." Rachela willingly let her lips part as the black haired girl sighed as her grin closed to a pleasant smile and started pushing a thick log of shit down her throat.
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"Just got a text from Iris," Edelmira Bautista announced to the other in the newly renovated shoe store, Sierra Bloomingtree, in her familiar Carribean patois. "They are a few minutes out, just pulling into town now." The latter, slightly shorter than her dark skinned counterpart, looked out onto the street once more taking in her new home. She smiled pleasantly when she felt the length of the other's cock press up against the cloth covered crevice of her ass as she was embraced from behind. The Cherokee and the native of the Netherland Antillies had met in their first year at Ridgeway and had been lovers ever since.
"We in time?" blurted out a voice both recognized as the first's younger sister Bibanna from the rear of the floor as footsteps could be heard rapidly approaching the pair.
"They just got into town," her older sister repeated, playfully nipping her girlfriend in the back of the neck, not looking at the new arrivals.
"I drove as fast as I could," Emke DeBruyn explained. "My mother's station wagon corners like an elephant."
"I'm surprised we didn't end up in a ditch," her younger sibling Zoete added, pulling up last still adjusting her tight tan leather mini.
The two youngest futas Bibianna and Zoete were actually the tallest in the room at 5'9" and 5' 10" respectively. First year students at Meadowvale, they like the pair standing in the window, enjoyed a close relationship. Similar to her older sister, the first had inherited her mother's tight curls but wore hers loose contrasting with the colourful scarf her older sibling employed to stack hers high on her head. On the other hand, more separated the DeBruyns. The older, a junior at the academy was a full three inches shorter and her side parted bob was a honey brown with blonde highlights. The luxuriant long wavy brown hair of the 14 year old however had a slight reddish tinge to it more reminiscent of their mother Drika. And while the first would likely never fill out like the second, she had an impish face that seemed to be in on a joke no one else was.
"Is everything ready out back?" Emke asked bubbling with anticipation.
"Checked it all, just before you arrived," Sierra confirmed as she turned away from the window, pausing to snuggled her chopped black bob against the cheek of her lover momentarily. "Connections are good and I've got everything I need."
"Have you been to the gym yet to check it out?" Bibi prodded fiddling with her panties through her loose fitting pants, only making her nine inch pipe more prominent.
"Dropped by this morning to meet one of my new bosses," the other confirmed.
"Which one?" pressed Zoete
"Peyton Ledbetter," answered the Native American. "Quite the body on her. She gave me the tour. Showed me the treatment area where I'll be working and the rest of the place. Asta Beaufort arrived about halfway through with their two kids."
"Got to be careful around them," Edie cautioned, "There not trained yet."
"They're already 12 though so they will be soon," blurted the younger South African.
"They are rather cute," the Bloomingtree woman admitted her mind momentarily picturing the two young futas she met earlier.
"Yes, they are," Emke grinned. "Look," she exclaimed pointing out the window, "They're here."
"And here we are," Reina declared putting the SUV into park. "Come on, let's go inside and take a look. I haven't seen the office yet. They just finished painting yesterday."
"Who did you get from 4M to do that?" Iris queried as stretched her legs.
"The two Morningmoon girls, Ola and Tika came over after school," the driver revealed. "Bibi and Zoete gave them a hand."
The three backseat passengers exited the vehicle, the younger supported by her mother and aunt, humping incessantly, her motions induced by Slutofier around her waist. Sighing heavily, her glasses fogged up by her sweat and heavy breathing, Katrien DeBruyn allowed herself to be put on display as she was lead from the SUV across the busy street to the shoe store. Drika feigned a look of innocence at the local policewoman nearby, who glanced this way and that, for those who might not approve of such openness while other locals tittered at that younger futa's circumstance.
The bell rang as Edelmira opened the door and the trio worked their way inside the shop, followed by her mother and the lawyer Iris Harden.
"How are we doing here?" asked Hazen before giving her thoroughly aroused daughter a loving squeeze from the side and gripping her cock once more.
"Everything is set up Aunt Hazzy," Emke volunteered. The older woman looked to the Native American physical therapist who had recently moved from Chalmersport with her girlfriend and received a nod and a smile.
"Let's show Katy where she will be working then shall we?" the eldest DeBruyn prompted as she and her sister helped her daughter towards the back of the shop.
"Can someone call Katherine and tell her we've arrived?" asked Drika over her shoulder.
"On it Mom," Emke returned pulling out her cellphone and dialing.
Presently the group rounded the corner into the storage area of the newly refurbished shop and making their way past a few stacks of shoes, relieved Katrien DeBruyn of her clothing piece by piece. Eventually they came upon a cleared out area upon which was a platform some two feet off the ground that was about six feet long and about three feet wide.
"Here Katrien, you look like you could use a seat," her mother prompted as she and her sister lowered the third and gently laid her on her back. The two youngest students quickly produced a spreader bar and moments later the 23 year old's legs were pulled wide and restrained. At the same time Edie and Emke quickly belted her midsection down securing her in place. Her legs were pulled back over her head, her wrists tied beside her ankles and the bar then clamped to the frame above her head. A head brace then was then added, restraining her from the neck up and lines were attached to a telescoping column beneath it. The other ends lead to a box like structure that was clamped down around her skull and extremities. Though it all Iris Hardin smiled as she held her phone steady, capturing it all on video.
"Good, good, that's perfect," Sierra proclaimed nodding to Drika who then used her phone to turn off the sex belt. Pulling out a needle she turned back to the strapped down girl one year her senior. "I'm going to give you a local now, just to numb things up a bit, won't last but 15 minutes. I've got to do a little something down there. Nothing you won't enjoy later sweetie." With that she inserted the syringe and pressed the plunger as the bespectacled South African bit her bottom lip.
"What's...going...on?" the blonde babbled beside herself in desire but now frustrated by the sudden absence of stimuli.
"Shhh, baby, shhh," Hazen cooed. "They do things a little different in Meadowvale. Just relax now, let Mummy take care of everything."
It only took a few minutes before the entire procedure was over and the Bloomingtree woman fished a Cock Collar out of her bag and worked it onto the Slutofier and around the girl's stiff tool. An IV feed was attached to her left arm and a variety of leads for medical monitoring apparatus on her right. The other girls in the meantime started putting walls on each side of the platform. Nipples were attached to each of Katrien's areolas and the crown of her cock and hoses to them that, like the feeds, were then threaded through holes of a lid that was lowered into place. Simultaneously Hazen removed her daughter's glasses and she and her sister secured the head of the 24 year old into a brace that held her motionless before pushing an oral spreader into her mouth and twisting it open as far as it could go
"I think we're ready here," Drika announced with a smile as she looked down on her trapped niece. She started the Slutofier back up again and smiled as the imprisoned futa groaned through her oral restraint. "Let's get her in place." With that Zoete and Emke pushed the square box with their cousin inside of it through a hole in the nearby wall until the bottom was flush while the others guided the hoses and lines so as to keep the integrity of their connections.
"That went a lot smoother than I would have thought," Hazen pointed out with a self-satisfied smile. "In 30 minutes I can start training my daughter to be my own private toilet. Oh don't worry," she added over her shoulder with a chuckle as she strolled past the nearest pile of shoeboxes to see a bit more of the back area, "I'll be happy to share. In fact, I'll insist. Hey, who is this second one for?" the oldest DeBruyn queried spotting another platform like the one they had just installed her daughter on.
And then the scent hit her and her mind got fuzzy. A dark skinned hand rose up from behind her and brushed the skin beneath her nose with something wet and she flushed and grew hard even as her body weakened and her freewill abandoned melted away. Reina Bautista wrapped her arms around her waist and took her weight. "This one?" her sister Drika queried rhetorically. "This one is for you sweetie." She then took her face in her hands then and sliding one of her tits out of her blouse offered it to her sister who readily opened her mouth and suckled. "Good girl baby, good girl. Drink Mummy's milk, drink it all up and Mummy will tuck you in."
A few moments later the process recently completed on the daughter was started on the mother anew.
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The blonde girl being guided into place atop her bound body she knew was no older than she was. In fact Tatum Jean Grady knew that she and Athena Acorn would be attending Adderwood Middle School for the first time together in the fall as would the other two futagens that had accompanied their family and the Boskos down from Blackbridge Common. Her mother gently caressed her hair as the cheeks of the other girl slid down her shit slicked body towards her face. She noticed Erin Avery wearing a harness holding a pink ribbed dildo that sat over her own nine inch tool as she walked towards the other end of the table. Her future classmate looked so full now, her belly was swollen to bursting and her asshole was shuddering in protest around the plug that was holding in the load the girl was carrying within her. And soon the redhead knew, it would be in her. "Yes soon," she thought dreamily as she watched the cheeks of the girl move closer and closer until she felt them on her own, "Soon it would be all hers." She smiled and thought back.
Tatum Jean Grady was beside herself in lust. Even strapped down as she was her body struggled to dance to the beat of the mechanical stimuli fueling her arousal. The beautiful blonde girl who had bound her initially, caressed her head and smiled down at her as she was repeatedly slammed up against the wall preventing her release. She didn't even notice her mother's presence until she was backing her body over hers towards her face. The redhead met her parent's nurturing gaze as the latter looked down her spine at her restrained progeny. Her lengthened tongue flopped around outside of her mouth uncontrollably, lighting upon the approaching skin once it was close enough.
"That's right baby, lick Mummy's ass," Mary Ellen urged quietly, "slide it into the middle like a good girl, lick and lick and lick." The young girl blindly obeyed when the fleshy orbs were pulled apart further and the more of the doctor's bodily weight pressed down on her face. "Just like that, taste Mummy's dirty crevice, back and forth, back and forth, lick the whole length, taste it all sweetie," she encouraged.
Her tongue seemed to have a mind of its own, echoing the will of the rest of her body. Somehow she knew what she was doing, licking her mother's ass, was somehow wrong. Knew and like the rest of her body writhing in edged ecstasy, knew and didn't care. Her lust was all that mattered right now. She found a puffed out place that she pushed into, once, twice, three times and then she through. The bitterness was stronger here but her body's rebellion of it was drowned out by carnal desire. "Good, good baby," Tatum Jean heard her mother coo. "You found my starfish. Push in deeper dear, push in as far as you can. Lick the walls, lick all around, make me nice and clean inside. Yes, yes, that feels so nice. You are doing so well."
Deeper and deeper she delved hungrily, desperate for release, willing to do anything to find it. Swirling around within, the sour juices leaked over her tongue and forced an occasional swallow, gradually acclimatizing her to the flavor of filth without her realizing it. And then she felt it, the solid mass that had crept down until she could just touch it. "Time for Mummy to feed her baby, Tatum Jean, time for Mummy's little girl to cum." Her parent grunted and what was still moments earlier propelled itself violently downwards forcing her tongue into retreat before it just as whatever was blocking her ecstasy melted away.
The young Australian's mouth, held open artificially, had no choice but to welcome the fecal onslaught. But welcome it she did and joyously at that as the monsoon of her orgasm flooded her senses. Her cheeks quickly bulged and reflexively she gulped down the shit her mother was pushing into her mouth even as more followed. Her body wracked itself in bliss within the bonds as her cum rocketed up her cock and her pussy erupted in slickness. Over and over her body rode the waves of her arousal, her depravity, her hunger and soon the three became one. Her eyelids closed slightly and she gazed back up at her mother, a look of discovery, of realization, a look of acceptance, of servitude.
The pace of her feeding had slowed somewhat then, her resistance to her training having crumbled. Her parent spread her cheeks a bit wider and hunkered down on her more. Tatum Jean closed her eyes and lost herself in her private pool of ecstasy as her jaw rhythmically worked the steady snake of sludge into her stomach. The deluge of piss that followed signaled the end of her first fecal feast. The 12 year old smiled lazily and opened her mouth wide as the older student sank down upon it and once more she ate and drank the waste of others.
Erin had removed the Slutting Arm from her some time ago and folded her legs back over her body before re-securing them, though the implant within her still churned her arousal incessantly. The head brace had also been removed and the other restraints loosened somewhat as well allowing her a bit more freedom of movement. Her mother had then gently squeezed her bulging stomach until a thick tube of her own shit pushed up from her ass and collapsed onto her cock and balls. Her methodical embrace continued as more and more fudge oozed from her and in turn lovingly spread over her body by the blonde 17 year old. Eventually she was emptied completely and it was then she saw Athena.
Once more her mouth opened willingly. She had such a hunger now. Athena's midsection was quite swollen, she had eaten quite a lot. Her mother removed the plug and shit immediately began to ooze downwards. Tatum Jean stretched forwards eager to eat and formed a seal on the futagen's rosebud. Twin prongs of lust invaded her pussy and ass, a shit slicked hand began to jack her. The young redhead closed her eyes, lustfully gulped down her brown banquet her orgasm beginning anew, and found herself once more floating in her private pool of ecstasy.
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It had been a tight fit at first. Didi had never taken anything as big as the Mayor Mitchell's 13 inches, let alone in her ass. But little by little with the help of a generous amount of lubricant she was impaled anally on the dark beast. She was told its girth was equal to her own nine inch length. As she slid up and down on the tall woman's lap, it sure felt like it. The two of them were seated in a plush dark red leather chair they called a Empress Throne. The bigger woman's hands were on the French girl's hips as she rose up and down on the thick fleshy pipe of the other. Meanwhile, the receptionist Marly Evans, knelt before the pair allowing the cock of the former waitress to plumb the depths of her mouth time and again.
"She is so good at that," the pixie haired girl murmured, pulling the head of the last onto her length with each upward thrust from behind.
"Yes, Marly is a good girl," Florence agreed kissing her in the back of the neck and pulling her into her 42 inch tits. "She's learned so much in the last month."
"She's a sissy Didi," Domna informed her charge leaning on the desktop beside the pair. "Could you tell?"
The 20 year old only moaned in reply as she felt something tickle her clit.
"Oh, I see you've found out about Marly's magic tongue," Annalise Bauer grinned from the other side as she spotted the tell a tale pink from one probing the pussy of the other even as she was being deepthroated.
"All of the students have them, a lot of the girl's here do too apparently," the Polish blonde revealed. "We'll have to get you one as well if we are going to find you a position."
"How's Gail doing under there Flo?" asked the German.
"Pretty good actually," the Mayor replied, "munching down everything I have to give her this afternoon."
A knock on the office door sounded and then it was pushed open by Hasana Faheed. The Persian entered followed by two others. The first, a well proportioned Asian with glasses and a russet brown bob, pulled the second, a Caucasian roughly the same age as the first two with long honey brown hair along on some kind of wheeled dolly with walls that came up nearly to her shoulders. The latter's glasses hung by a chain around her neck and bounced off her tits as she gently rocked forwards and back, her face smeared with different shades of brown.
"Good, good, you're here," the tall dark woman called out from her seat as she grinded robustly into the smaller figure on her lap. "Come in, come in. Annalise, perhaps you can make introductions, I'm kind of occupied here."
"Certainly," the Human Resources Manager with short blond replied with amusement. "Dasom, Sanja, this is Domna Bosko from the Fenwell Group's Campus in Blackbridge Common," she started motioning to the buxom blonde woman flanking the Mitchell woman on the other side. "She will be administering the Futagen Program in Meadowvale from here on out and managing the Fenwell Home for Girls that the old retirement residence between the school and the clinic is being converted to. Domna, these are two of our girls from up front, Dasom Yun and Sanja Blumenfeld." With that the Polish woman got up from her perch and met the trio halfway across the office shaking the hand of one, patting the next on the head, kissing the familiar third. "I'm sure her assistant, Hasana Faheed, and the two of you have already met," she continued motioning to the Persian who walked with them. "Which leaves this one here," she then nodded taking the young French girl's face in her hands and kissing her deeply, the latter's arousal making her but putty in the German woman's hands. "Her name is Didi Pomeroy," Annalise revealed turning back to the others. "She's from France and if all goes well today, she'll have a place with you and the other administrative assistants starting on Monday."
The pixie haired girl rode up and down on the massive cock as her smaller shaft plunged in and out of the sissy mouth below. Together with the tonguing of her pussy her mind was blurry with arousal. Dreamily she watched the three women remove the straps from the fourth and help her out of her confinement. What remained of her clothes were caked with shit, her blouse only partially buttoned did little to hide lovely full breasts that were nearly as big as those she felt pressing into her back. The desk before her was somehow quickly cleared. She felt herself lifted and spun on the fleshy lumber she was being plundered by, her cock and pink reluctantly breaking contact with the girly-girl on her knees. And then she was on her back atop the desk, her ankles folded back over her head bound with her wrists.
Head locked in place upturned, Gail Bernier squinted up through the toilet seat of the Feeder Queen she had been enclosed in since the meeting had begun. Eyes still getting accustomed to the light, she could hear the voices of others clearer now. The French Canadian rocked serenely back and forth, nearly neck deep in her own sludge. She had already been fed a few times before the Mayor had called in into the office after lunch. Hesper Clifford had been the first just after 10, her assistant Prudence Merriweather had been with her. Valda Ozolina had popped in sometime after that to talk about the power grid. She had brought along her daughter Velta, who was on holiday this week from school. Both had slid their wonderful fudge down her throat as she knelt behind them. Then she had an 11:20 with Chimaka Morningmoon to discuss permits for the Fenwell Home for Girls. The wide hipped Native American had brought along one of the new partners, an equally bottom heavy Camilla Martinelli, no doubt by design. After the trio took care of the paper work, the latter took turns entombing her in their deep dirty canyons and feeding her their filth while jacking her cock and plundering whichever hole they favoured at the moment. They left her half dressed, face up on her desk, her midsection incredibly swollen, legs akimbo, her mind and body saturated in a fuzzy dream of ecstasy.
It was sometime later when the intercom buzzed and she awoke to find that she had been summoned to the Mayor's office. She had been in the Feeder Queen ever since gobbling shit from a tube as her cum and milk was pulled from her through a long lunch that must have been two hours long. She thought one of the girls from the front periodically checked in to change the emptied containers for full ones as the reservoir around her filled with her waste, she couldn't be sure trapped in the dark as she was. By the time Florence had returned it was lapping at the bottoms of her growing breasts. Since submerging herself once more into a life of toiletry she had grown a bit. What was once a 33-21-34 figure now measured 34-25-36. She didn't mind, in fact she reveled in it. Annalise Bauer smiled down at her as she slid her panties down her legs and turned around. Gail Bernier stretched her lips open in anticipation as the slim blonde sat down on the seat and the block that had been keeping her orgasms in check loosened once more. The German's first large mushy log wormed its way across her tongue and the shitslut started devouring another brown banquet of bowels. Her lustful groan betrayed the re-activation of the machine milking her cock and breasts. She closed her eyes and let her swallowing fall into rhythm with globs of cum and squirts of milk being mechanically pulled from her yet again.
Jacked and fingered by the others in the office, the 20 year old barely registered the movement of the others until she felt the slickness of shit on her body. Didi refocused just in time to see the wide muddy body of the futa who had been carted in sliding back on her torso towards her head. Plugs were quickly placed in her nostrils and the large sludgy orbs were spread before her, then encased her face in their slippery depths. Her lips were forced open by the rosebud that had landed upon them as it expanded mercilessly, and then her mouth began to fill with a thick mushy log of filth. Though the flavour of this woman's waste was different, it also had that pleasant bitterness she had come to enjoy over the past 24 hours. Her body, having only been emptied a few hours earlier after having saturated the entire night soon responded to the new fecal stimuli as the rhythmic vibrating of the implant in her prostate which had been edging her since she had awoken in the morning, increased in intensity.
She closed her eyes and let her mouth be used as a toilet flexing her throat as her carnal cresting came closer and closer with every stroke from a hand she now recognized as Hasana's. The flow of shit from the girl they had introduced as Sanja was relentless. There was no end to its beginning, just one long continual unspooling of waste pushing into her mouth. Gulping and gorging she devoured all before her and let it push her over the edge. Her orgasm exploded upon her even as her stomach was once more stretched with slimy sludge. Wave upon wave of ecstasy crashed against her consciousness, numbing her beyond all but itself.
The pixie haired girl was unsure how long she lay under the other futa but by the time she had finally finished drinking down all of her piss, her midsection, squeezed as it was between her tits and thighs, resembled a basketball. Domna smiled down upon her while Hasana and Dasom helped the now empty blonde down from the desk. A Cock Collar was quickly slipped on her shaft though neither of her lower orifices was filled. A second body was then upon her, thickened much like her own, much like Sanja's had been prior to feeding her and masked in a thick layer of shit like the last. A shorter brunette, her hair done up in a bun, the Human Resources Manager placed her rectangular rimmed glasses on her shit stained face and then kissed her deeply.
"This is Gail Bernier, Didi," the tall dark skinned woman announced as the second sat on her cum slickened body. "She is Meadowvale's Town Planner. As you may have seen we are expanding and there is a lot to be done in her office. It quite possible you will be assigned to her at times going forward."
"We thought it would be a good idea to see how well you worked together," Annalise chimed in guiding another ass back onto her willing mouth once more. Moments later a fresh deluge of filth oozed down her throat as she implant induced humping steered her towards her peak once more.
A steady squeezing on her midsection beckoned forth her own fecal flood. Piss and shit followed her cum's bodily exodus and several hands began a sensual massage of sludge as she was fed. She saw the mayor scoop up a generous handful of her freshly made mud and colour her black hair brown with a look of approval before glancing over to the buxom Polish blonde who had arranged for the interview. "I think Didi will work out just fine here, I think she'll be a big help."
"I couldn't agree more," the Futagen Project Administrator nodded with a smile of her own joining the hands of the other with her own.
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Patricia Wellesley closed the file on her computer and sat back in her chair with a satisfied smile. Today had been a good day. They had completed the training of three futagens that would be placed locally over the weekend and, from the Lilja, Kiraz, and Erica had reported, all three would make wonderfully obedient shit sluts for their new families. She would check in with the members of the Meadowvale Industries Board who had fed them earlier herself just to follow up, but there would be time for that later.
The clinic was pretty much empty now. Mary Ellen Grady had packed all of the kids into the mini-van they had arrived in about an hour ago. The student apprentices had also left, the six of them on their way into town to celebrate at Gemini's. Only Kari Johanssen and Deborah Miller were still in the building with her and soon they would all be gone for the weekend as well. She idly peered at the second screen still displaying film of the day's activities. Kasia's lips had felt so good on her ass. "I wonder if I can convince her to take an apprenticeship at the clinic," she mused aloud as she watched the braided blonde's throat flex on the screen. The buzzing of her cell phone brought her around from her momentary reverie.
"Thank the stars we got you while you were still there!" blurted the voice on the phone she immediately recognized as Rosemary Winchester. "We're on our way in to you now. We've got a problem."
End of Chapter 101