Meadowvale Academy Chapter 38
These stories involve anal fingering, anal sex, auto-fellatio, bondage, coprophagia, dom/sub relations, exhibitionism, fellatio, golden showers, incest, infantilism, orgasm denial, mind control/behavioural training, scatolia, sex machines, sissification, smothering, and voyeurism. If any of these things aren't your thing you may not want to read further.
Meadowvale Academy
Chapter 38: Journeys Begun
"How did he get here?" Cory asked as he lay in his bed panting, globs of semen having carpet bombed his tiny breasts and the silk that hid them only partially. "How?"
The pair pulled into the long private drive in the Evelyn's Rover. "Welcome to the Mason Estate, Cory," she announced with a smile.
Somewhat glum due to his lost luggage, a circumstance which would deny him the use of his game console, the boy absently looked out the window at what would be his home for the holidays. The overcast weather shadowed his mood, though it wasn't raining, at least not yet. It was a long road, winding through hills and around trees but eventually it lead to a large mansion of brick and wood. His aunt's four-wheeler didn't stop there though. Rather she kept driving around to the side and into a large multi-vehicle garage. Parking her SUV, she turned to the 15 year old.
"Follow me," she instructed grabbing her purse and walking to the door which, if he guessed correctly, lead to the mansion he had seen earlier.
Not given much of a choice he did as he was told. The number of vehicles spoke to multiple residents. He knew that the blonde woman ahead of him has just recently started working here in the lab. She had said as much on the journey from the airport. Through the door and then up some stairs they climbed. Eventually they came to a hallway with several doors, all closed.
"This way," the nurse directed opening one of the doors. "This is my room, "she explained as he entered. "The bathroom is over there. Go take a shower. Hand me your clothes through the door before you do though."
"What am I going to wear?"
"We'll find you something I'm sure. Go now. Dinner will be in about an hour. I still have to cut your hair."
The teenager trudged through the door shrouded in gloom. He stepped out of his shoes and removed his socks. His jeans and underwear wear next followed by his jacket and t-shirt. He picked up the pile and holding the door slightly open with one hand dumped the garments on the floor outside. He then turned and stepped into the shower. As such things went, it was impressive. Oversized with glazed glass and multiple heads, it was quite the structure. "A shower would feel good," he thought turning the water on. Maybe it might even cheer him up. He turned on the water and stepped under the nozzle.'
"Send her up," Evelyn texted onto her phone as she grabbed the clothes bundled outside the bathroom, picked them up, and put them in a garbage bag. A couple minutes later there was a knock at the door. "Come in," she called from across the room as she prepared an impromptu hair cutting station. The knob turned and Tyler stepped in carrying a change of clothes.
"They're Ingrid's," she explained handing over a turquoise mini and matching ballet flats, blue silk panties and garter socks. "Except for the shoes; he has bigger feet. Grandma grabbed a pair from Astrid's closet."
"Good choice," she nodded holding the dress up in front of her. "This will work well."
Cory scrubbed his body and washed his hair moving quickly, knowing that there was a clock to keep. While he wouldn't have minded using something less perfumed, he did have to admit the rose scented shampoo wasn't unpleasant. Presently he turned off the water and stepped out. "You finished?" he heard his aunt ask through the door. "Get out here."
"I need my clothes."
"I've got something for you to wear out here, but I need to cut your hair first."
"I'll be naked," he bleated
"I'm a nurse!" she replied impatiently.
"She's a nurse," he muttered and head down walked into the bedroom wrapped in a towel.
"Let's see," Evelyn ordered as she grabbed the terrycloth and yanked.
It was at that time that he saw the pretty young girl sitting on the bed watching the proceedings. He squeaked and tried to grab back his covering but was too late. "She was positively angelic," he decided as he involuntarily began to firm, which in turn put paid to any attempt her made to hide himself from her.
"That's not going to do," the nurse remarked spotting the hair on her nephew's body. "Tyler, grab the `Lambchop' and follow me," she directed as she grabbed the boy by the elbow and lead him back into the bathroom. "She had to hand it to this Magnolia Roundtree woman," she smiled inwardly, amused. "She sure knew how to brand a product." Jessica had given it to her yesterday for expressly this purpose. The light orange balm was a hair removal product. However unlike others of its ilk, the burning and rashing had been done away with thanks to a combination of yarrow, goldenrod, and comfrey. She was sure there was more to it than that, but that was all that the file said. "Arms up."
"Is she a nurse too?" he asked sarcastically.
"Does it matter at this point?" his aunt snapped.
He gave up and let the older woman raise his arms over his head as the younger began coating his body with an orange cream from a container about the size of a lunch pail. She started on his arms and worked her way down.
"Close your eyes," she instructed as she spread the substance on his face. Down his chest to his mid-section she quickly worked. "Spread your legs please," she asked from below. He hesitated.
"Spread your legs Cory!" his in-law commanded. He did as he was told. He had no idea what was going on or why this girl was spreading this minty smelling paste all over. It went on cool but soon warmed up. It was applied to his cock and balls, the former firm despite his best efforts. His cheeks were parted and more was used there. Finally his legs were done as well. "I look like a Creamsicle," he moped as the girl finished the process.
"Now we wait a minute," the nurse dictated. She pulled out her phone and texted an update to the others. "OK, into the shower again, we need to rinse it all off now." She followed him in and grabbing the snake nozzle off of its sconce but avoiding the potential paths of the others, she turned on the water. Evelyn started at the top and worked her way down, using a sponge as she went. "Bend over," she directed, pushing at his back, when she got to his midsection. "Touch your toes. Leg's straight. Grab your ankles."
Cory had always had a flexible body so following her orders was not difficult. He felt the water work its way down his back and then his cheeks were parted and both sponge and stream made their prescence known. First his ass, then his balls, and finally his erect seven inch cock were medically massaged. It was a connectionless, impersonal touching but he was being made horny by his aunt nonetheless. A small moan escaped his lips.
"We don't have time for that right now, young man," she chastised working her way down the rest of his body." There, finished. That's better," she announced turning off the water. Other than the hair on top of his head, he was as naked as the day he was born. "Towel off quickly and sit on the toilet."
Thoroughly cowed by his older relative, he sat obediently on the porcelain as she returned scissors in hand. The girl with her followed with nail clippers and a file. As one went to work on his hair the other took a hand in hers and began grooming.
Evelyn glanced at her phone as she trimmed. They had 23 minutes. "It's going to have to be fast and simple, but still pretty," she reflected getting rid of the majority of the boy's unkempt mop. She wanted to bring out his eyes as much as possible but hide the high forehead. Both women proceeded at speed but with care. They had 16 minutes left when Evelyn set down her shears.
"Come with me Cory," she instructed walking back out in the bedroom as her nephew followed with the girl behind. "Put these on," she commanded tossing him the panties. "Tyler help him with the stockings and belt."
"These are girl clothes!" he protested incredulous as he spotted the rest of the ensemble on the bed.
"This is a house full of girls," she shot back hiding her smile from him.
"Do you have anything else?"
"You can show up to dinner in the nude?" the nurse suggested. She turned to him sympathetic. She had bossed him around enough; Cory had always been more of a follower than a leader. He would do as she told him to. Best deliver the killing blow with a dose of honey. "No one but the people living here will see you and it isn't like they haven't seen someone in a dress before," she explained softer in tone. "You'll be fine, they are nice people."
He could think of no practical reason to protest. He was famished; he hadn't eaten on the plane. And his Aunt Evelyn did say it was a house full of girls. He wondered if they all look like this Tyler that was currently squatting down beside him sliding a blue stocking on his smooth right leg. "She was beautiful," he judged as his member hopped slightly at the thought. If she noticed the moment, she didn't acknowledge it. Rather she set his foot back down and lifted the other leg as health worker approached with the mini and dropped the garment over her head.
He hardly recognized himself when he looked in the mirror some minutes later. Peering back at him was a pretty girl of slightly above average height in a turquoise mini with a royal blue secondary theme. She was quite under developed up top but she had a well defined face with full lips and large pooling eyes. Atop all of this was short straight chestnut hairstyle with bangs that he had heard his aunt call a `pixie cut'. Cory was attracted to her himself, even though he was aware that she was actually he.
"Time to go," she announced as the two women took a hand each and lead him towards the kitchen.
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Charlotte Mason looked at the different regimens the members of the household were currently on as she sat in the lab with Jessica. "So as I understand it, everyone here is already on Seedomil 2.0? And all of my granddaughters, June, the Garcia girl, and the new nurse Evelyn Kendall are on Carettathol?"
"As of a week ago, yes." The researcher nodded in affirmation. She knew that this debrief was coming so she was prepared. Jessica hoped they would be finished before dinner. She had expected it to happen earlier, but with Astrid being `cradled' the day planner went out the window. She was hardening against just recalling it. She snapped back to reality abruptly when the question was repeated. "We started Sofia and Evelyn on it as soon as we heard about what happened at the hairdressers."
"You should get Astrid started on this as soon as possible; before we eat if you can. If we can get her active for the weekend, that would be a win for us."
The doctor made a note on her tablet.
"Evelyn...Evelyn...," the chairman repeated to herself as she looked over the studies. She had seen the faraway look that momentarily flickered across the eyes of the other and could guess its root. She hid her smile and continued. "She is also on Mesmermamillin isn't she?"
"Yes. She's the only one in the household at the moment, though there are others externally. I had planned on starting Astrid on it this weekend until today's events," she pondered. "What would you advise there?"
"Give her dose to me," the older woman suggested. "You haven't tested this on anyone my age yet have you?"
"Actually yes; Edie Walters and, depending on where you draw the line, Clara Clearwater," she reported. "Both of them have been on it for about five days. Stella had good initial findings from both. They're linked at the bottom. Still, if you want to add your number to the sub-group, by all means."
"But the Kendall woman, she's on both Carettathol and Mesmermamillin. No side effects, inhibitors?"
"Not as of yet, but it is early days there. It's something we are keeping an eye on."
"What about these new creams I'm hearing about? And who is this Magnolia Roundtree?"
"Maggie is...different," the doctor began, feeling around for the proper words. "She's the local herbalist. She is brilliant intellectually and very qualified education wise. Has three degrees, one a Masters."
"There's a `but' coming here isn't there?"
"But," the scientist paused momentarily, "she doesn't fit the mold of what you or Annika would consider a solid Fenwell asset."
"And you?"
"We have a pretty good relationship. I see her for what she is. She is an expert in topical treatments and she is nearly as accomplished with inhalants. She is willing to work with us as a consulting scientist. So long as she gets the patents on her creations, she is fine with using our infrastructure for trials and eventual distribution. Ability wise, she is every bit as good with flora and fauna as Patricia is with genetics. I know all of the top minds with Fenwell, both on the books and off. We have no one like her."
"And you say she'll work with us?"
"So long as we give her the freedom she wants and you don't fit her for a suit, yes."
The silver haired woman looked at her counterpart critically as she considered, looked down at the tablet momentarily then back to the Asian woman. "I'll leave it with you then. But if it all falls down, it falls on you. You understand that right?"
"On me," she agreed, hoping she hadn't just hung a noose on her neck.
"Good. Now tell me about these creams you have from her... Ephebifem ...Lambchop... and Beanstalk?"
"Well Ephebifem is actually a collaboration between her and one of the girls at Meadowvale Labs..."
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Cory descended the stairs flanked by the two women. Tyler demure in her cornsilk, cream, and butter pecan on one side and Evelyn wearing a scarlett wrap on the other. Others were already seated at the table. Four women sat at the ends, two to each. Closest were a pony tailed Asian and a long haired brunette with ringlets and a mocha skin tone. Opposite them were a straight haired blonde and an older silver haired woman with hair of the same length. The former seemed to be a bit subdued while the latter had an aristocratic manner to her. Down one side were three girls about his own age, a blonde, a redhead, and another brunette with ringlets, though hers were in a bun. Three empty chairs sat across from them, obviously for the last arrivals. All the women were pretty in their own way, but all seemed dressed conservatively. Feminine to be sure; they all wore some sort of dress or skirt. But none displayed any kind of cleavage all fell to the knees or lower and all were cotton and pale colours. It was like he had wandered into a different house.
"Come sit," the eldest urged, "we're all starved and you probably are too. All that travel you put in today."
He smiled politely, quite aware that he was sitting down at a table for dinner dressed in woman's clothes with a made up face. Food was served and introductions were made. He found out that there were three generations from the same family residing on the estate plus two other smaller clans, but as indicated by his aunt, no men. He was the only one. The Asian woman at the end apparently had a daughter and a niece that also stayed with her but they were away at the moment.
His aunt shifted her chair closer as she reached in for the vegetables, forking some on his plate and then hers. This in turn caused him to move a bit closer to the girl, Tyler. More unintentional moving around soon trapped him between a thigh from one and a thigh from the other. The occasional jostling one way or the other kept his organ firm the entire time, though fortunately for him, neither of them noticed the bump in the dress her was wearing.
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As she dumped more of her waste into the mouth below June reflected back to the weekend and the `cradling' of her sister. It had been a cruel awakening for her. That much was evident. She could only hope that her efforts to help her adjust would bear fruit.
She had returned after dinner that evening bringing with her Ingrid and Riley. She also grabbed a pair of Happy Pants from the lab. Everyone in the household had several pair, except for Astrid and Maria. The ones she held were actually purchased for the new nurse Evelyn, but they would fit. She chose the ones with the daisy motif. Perhaps they would cheer her up, lighten her mood.
Charlotte sat behind her desk going over figures on a screen when the trio entered. June had always been the gentler soul of the pair. She thought something like this might happen and was only mildly surprised when two of her grandchildren followed her in. It was a little off book with the plan that had been made for Cory but to be honest neither girl was truly necessary for it at the moment. And she had to admit, this might be time better served for both. She caught her daughter's eye momentarily, silently granting her permission, and then returned to her computer.
"Aunt Astrid!" Riley exclaimed in surprise upon seeing the `cradled' woman. "What happened?" With the O-Ring in her mouth still only intelligible noises emerged when she tried to answer.
"Why she is there doesn't matter," her mother answered as she pulled a chair up to the side of the apparatus. "Tonight our job is to make her as comfortable as possible with her place in our world now. That's why I need your help. She loves you both and has given all of us so much since we've been here. Tonight, we give back. And we start by helping her into these," she concluded holding up the Happy Pants. She handed them to Ingrid, reached into her purse and pulled out a pair of sewing scissors. "But first we need to get these off of her. Riley if you could scoop her load into the reservoir as you can while I cut?" she requested as she began snipping away the ruined business trousers from her sister.
The redhead peeled the material away as it was cut making sure it was free from shit before tossing it in the compost container occasionally slipping a couple of fingers into her own mouth. "Ingrid, can you take over for me here?" she asked her other daughter handing her the shears as she moved up to her sister's face. "Are you going to be a good girl if I take out the O-Ring Astrid?" June saw her eyes beg for her release. She grabbed the tool from the nightstand and inserted into place and began turning to the left. Gradually the tension loosened and her mouth slackened until the ex-teacher was able to pull it out. She bent in and kissed her restrained sister long and deeply never breaking eye contact. "Welcome home Sis, welcome home," she smiled warmly when she withdrew, replacing her mouth with a large handful of shit scooped from the reservoir. She watched Astrid's eyes roll back into her head as she savoured the taste of her new treat. "I'm so glad you like the taste," she beamed running her sludgy hand lovingly through the lawyer's hair.
She looked down at the other end. Ingrid had finished slicing off the last of the trousers and Riley was scraping the last of the fudge from her ass. She was still quite brown down there but that wasn't going to change any time soon. At least they could change her now. She looked over at the desk and noticed her mother had stopped working. She had turned her chair towards the cradle and was watching with interest. Her member formed a noticeable tent in her silk pajamas only partially covered by her house coat. Her right hand was creeping in that general direction. "Ingrid, help me here," she directed nodding to the left stirrup as she moved to the one on the left. "Riley when we lift, you need to slide them on and snug them." The two girls got into place and the three proceeded to give Astrid Mason new clothes.
"There we go Astrid. That feels much better doesn't it," June cooed as the former was once more strapped into the stirrups. She tapped on her phone and the familiar whirring of the Cockblocker sounded from inside the newly donned Happy Pants. She purposely left the ring open. "Riley, give your aunt a hand, use the Beanstalk. Ingrid massage her tits, see if you can get her milk to flow. She loved that when we were in college." The older blonde scooped two handed bringing a pile of shit from below and dropping it on the twin mounds above. She reached down for a third and bringing it up to her sister's face began affectionately feeding her bit by bit with kisses and face painting interspersed between mouthfuls. Her will had been broken by force this afternoon, it had not been painless. She would bring her sibling across a second time, this time willingly, this time for good. Because this time, she would enjoy it.
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After dinner Tyler and the curly haired Sofia showed him to the room he would be sleeping in. It was a part of a complex of rooms in the south wing. It was across from the one they used with Tyler's two sisters Ingrid and Riley. A common room separated both. The pair made him feel comfortable, not paying attention to his wardrobe at all. The trio of them sat on their big bed and watched movies for the next four hours until it was time for bed. As with dinner, he was jostled several times in the dark. As with dinner this kept him in a state of panicky arousal. As with dinner it went unnoticed. Finally the second movie ended and it was time for bed.
He entered his room and found that pink silk pajamas made up of a spaghetti strap camisole and boxers had been laid out for him. He stepped out of his dress and opened the closet door to hang it up and found that several other similar garments already hung there. Similarly when he checked the drawers, he found bras and panties of various shades. "This must be Ingrid's room," he concluded. "She is the only one as tall as me." He changed into the nightwear, relieved the day was over to some degree. He wasn't looking forward to walking around in a dress tomorrow, but it could have gone far worse. He crawled into bed and turned out the lights.
He didn't hear the door open or detect their approach until he felt a disturbance in the comforter as two others slipped beneath; one on either side. He opened his eyes and was looking into those of Tyler. Even in the low light from the night coming in through the window, they were beautiful. She put a finger to her lips as a pair of hands from the other side pushed him onto his back. It was Sofia, the curly haired girl.
"We saw that you were...uncomfortable when you were watching the movies," the demure one whispered as he felt a hand rub up against his side. The comforter was slowly pulled down below his waist while he was distracted. "We thought we could help make you more comfortable. So you can get a good sleep." She looked down at his crotch and he followed her gaze. His seven inches was poking upwards and a small dot of moisture could be seen in the moonlight. "You'll never get to sleep with that," she remarked as her hand crept inside of the waistband. "Lift up?" she asked as she slid down the boxers. "There, that's better." She pushed both the garment and the blanket down further. "Bend your knees, open your legs. Just like that." She reached in and rubbing the crown, lubricated her hand. She slid it down onto his shaft and began to stroke him slowly. "See, doesn't that feel good?" she asked as she nibbled on his ear.
Sofia meanwhile had raised the camisole and was spreading some kind of oil on his breasts. They warmed almost immediately and he yelped when she began tracing a finger around the closest. A hand clamped over his mouth. "Shhhhh," he heard from the other side as the digit kept up its wanderings, first one nipple then the other. One, then the other. His hands were brought to his pink dots small as they were. "Now you," Sofia instructed starting each on their circular journey. "Remember, quietly."
The jacking of his member continued as another hand crept down his other side unfelt. And then there it was rubbing oil into the skin between cock and ass. More warmth, more tingling, it pushed him further along. Their slickness gently pushed against his opening back there; pushed in a little bit and then released massaging the skin between again. The digits were insistent in purpose. He licked his lips and began to hump against Tyler's hand. Each time he did his sphincter would open a little more to the prodding. His head was turned from behind so he was staring deep into the girl's eyes as she brought him closer and closer. She was so beautiful to look at. She gently caressed his eyes with hers, keeping him on his path to glory. The finger massage of the skin below increased his lust. They had finally found their way in. His balls were getting heavier and heavier. Legs scissored over each of his own, pinning him to the bed.
The hands sped up their manipulations and brought him to his edge. Tyler kissed him deeply invading his throat with her tongue as he started to throb. She pulled back after thoroughly exploring his mouth. "Pinch your nipples for me now Cory. Bring yourself over." He mewled as hands obeyed without thought. The small pricks of pain, closer, closer. "Cum for me Cory, cum for me now." His cock throbbed and surged. Ropes of his seed splattered all over his midsection as the girl pumped his pulsing pipe again and again. A second hand reached around from behind and scooped some of his seed into his mouth. Unable to break the grip her gaze held him in, his lips parted without resistance as he allowed himself to be fed. "Good girl Cory," she whispered. "Good girl."
End of Chapter 38