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[img[steveblow]]\nOnce I have started I realize three things: that was like a totally stupid idea, I can't start something like this and just stop -even with a nic guy like Steve- and, most horrible: I like this as much as I am disgusted by myself. \n<<set $kiss = 2>>\nSoon I am topless and keep sucking my first lolly, knowing better what HE feels than what I am doing...\nSoome of the cream drools down on my naked tits. Steve winks at me: "//Told you the lipstick is spray resistant.//"\n[[I get a little sick at that point: first time I swallowed, you know.|lunch]]
I take a number of adds looking for babysitters and call them: my accent is none too welcome, I guess. Some say rude things about "poles" for whatever reason. I look the word up again, but to no avail: pylon, Northpole... What has that to do with babysitting? \nOthers are friendly but already have a babysitter. In the end only one family remains who looks for a babysitter today. I talk with the father, and he invites me to their house: "//if you are willing to go that extra length for a job.//" Huh. Is that a real babysitting job or just another weirdo? \nWhen I arrive at the address, the wife is gone and the flat ..needs cleaning. The grass widower offers me 100 bucks for cleaning the two-room flat, sitting his four year old son and, well, cleaning //HIS// pole. Naked, of course. \nAnother weirdo. A nice guy, maybe. Paying good, maybe. But naked? AND cleaning his pole?!\n[img[audition]]\n- Money is money and I need it. [[I see to his needs so that he sees to mine.|sprayer]]\n- Well, thanks, but no thanks. [[Rent a whore, a kindergarden and a ploughing service, svp.|satevening]]
[img[BBS]]\nA horrible sickness some girls get and suffer from for nine monthes. Even afterwards their life is NEVER the same. \n[[Back.|Dinner is a nervous affair, and Louise and Dave look quite worried.]]
The kid is unpleasant, the flat disgusting and the dick makes me want to spit. Instead I clean the kid and the flat and polish the pole. Then the shithead slaps me where I wobble, throws me 30 bucks and kicks me out of his flat, bare-ass naked. \n[img[badjob]]\nNo more babysitting with unknown families. I have red boobs and a bootmark on my ass. If he wasn't a cop I would call the police: I saw his ID. Who needs an arrest for solicitation? \nI looked that word up in case a girl I met wanted money instead of love. [[Now I am selling rather than buying.|The next morning you all go to church.]]
Louise probably got her tunnels flooded, too: but bad cad happen to //HER//. Josie's life would be ruined. Therefore Josie rinses her monemaker even harder than me back at home: that lowers her risk of the horrible nine months -big belly sickness. We agree to never do that again nor talk to anyone about it. The cash DOES come handy, though. \nThe next week is horrible: Kevin is very sure about where his hands may go, and he gets a little rough during play. \nHe gets mean and pushy in other ways, too: One of other gals shakes her booty at him and tells him to drop the Pole and "Go American!" instead and the bastard invites //HER// to the lake Friday afternoon. He tells me he needs a break in our relationship and "accidently" holds his bag in so that I can see a pack of [[condoms]] inside. The Fucker. The Bitch. \nI tell him that these really look a little dated and old: Kevin claims these are new condoms. I tell a girl in school that Kevin will try ME out before the weekend and that he is carrying the condoms in his wallet already since I am not on the pill and would have to go home at once if got a big belly. I tell her how I that I will make sure that Kevin fills any and all of the condoms he carries with him. //Then// bootyshaker can try to make Kevin half as happy if he really insists in trying HER, too: the week after that [[Kevin will be back with me, no doubt.|mg]]\n[img[filled]]\n\n\n \n
[img[ 3rd weekend]]\nAnother Saturday, another day to make money. I hate jobbing here! Everyone has a naked dong but me! Do I really have to let the dentist poke my asshole? Does it really make sense to try and find another parent who has babies and is interested in them rather than in my twins? \n\nI can go to [[the dentist]], look for a [[babysitting job]]: or take the day off and go to [[the lake]] with my boy.
Ten hours later the dentist heavy balls slap rhythmically against my naked pussylips while I howl in pain: I arrived in time, got naked from top to belt and started to work. Then I failed //my// oral exams (no teeth exams, of course) again: I blow much better already, but deepthroating is still not my thing. Too bad, really. \n\nSo I am get another penalty round. At least I do not get penalty shots in the pussy like a some slutty cheerleader. \n[img[mto]]\nThe dentist cums all over my naked tits, and I get back to work. Walking through the office while my creamed milkbags swing naked feels a LITTLE trampy. At least MY fanny is still sealed -other than my backdoor, of course. Still I do not like parading my bare bush (covering my ass is somewhat late: the dentist knows it in every sense of the word). \nWell, once I pass my orals I will not need to walk around ALL naked.\n\nAfter five hours I clean up, get dressed and collect my pay: the other parts of the work are not THAT difficult. \n[[Or painful.|nd]]
I shudder at the thought, but Kevin makes a joke and I smile and all is well. The next time I need to pee I take another girl along. In the toilet I ask her: "Why would anyone want to be cheerleader?" Again: the stare, remembering that I am a foreigner, the will to explain: "//Cheerleaders are the queens. Well: the queen of every year at every school is a cheerleader; and the others are her courtiers. The homecoming queen is a cheerleader, for an example. A boy will ask me to any ball during the year unless I botch things; but I will never become the ball queen and even be nominated//." I nod: "Thanks. This is all a little strange to me." She grins: "//No worries, I guess you will be learning fast.//" I wish she would not look at my girls when she says that. We go back to our part of the party. \n[img[seatbelt]]\nKevin drives me home without any stops, but he kisses me good-night at the door. Louise opens the door and lets me in: a way to show approval, I guess. I become a little red at that thought. Josie stays longer at the party since the team votes on the new cheerleaders at midnight, and will stay at a friend's afterwards. Somehow I doubt she will //sleep// tonight, but maybe she will be slept with some more. //I// go to bed to //sleep//. \n<<if $dentist gte 1>>[[And maybe dream about a boy.|em5][$kevin += 1]] \n<<else>>And maybe dream about a boy.\nTomorrow I can [[re-apply for the assistant job with the dentist.|em5][$kevin += 1]] Or [[not.|nd][$kevin += 1]] \n<<endif>>
"If I tell you that will ruin the experiment. But listen: I know you are broke. I will give you five bucks if you agree to take part in the experiment." \n\n- [[No way.|prude]] \n- [[Well: ok.|bought]]
Next morning everyone goes to church. I drive to Mr. Blanchard's with a large icebox of my milk. I change and shower and get into my topless uniform. The boys get my girls as a warming up gift; and only when my milkbags are empty I do the other stuff. I work and care for the little ones, and in the evening they get have another meal.\n[img[mb]]\n"Joyful pain" does make //some// sense. While I am standing over them, bent forward so that they can feed, Mr. Blanchart comes in. He puts a calming hand on my shoulder and caresses my head. "//You are a good girl, sweatheart. Is it easier to feed them this way?//" I nod: "[[They are too heavy for me to hold while they feed, sir.|em7]]"
[>img[fk]]Steve cups my face and kisses me. On the lips. No, wait: he french-kisses me! With lots of tongue and deep in my mouth and... I fight back, of course: a man kisses me -frenches me- without really asking me. \nBut it also gives me a kick. Like a mule. I WANT that. And much, much more. \n<<set $kiss = 1>>\nAfter a moment of struggle and kissing he stops. He looks at me, still holding my face. \n\n"//I studying for a master in psychology, little bird. \nAnd my expert opinion is: \n- you are a virgin\n- you will not be a virgin much longer\nand \n- you are a really easy girl. \nGet the pill, little tramp.// [[You will need it.]]"
The rest of the week passes without further remarkable events: I pump milk, train ...my skills, study and chop wood. Things don't become //routine//, but I have done them before and know I will do them again: every day for a year. \n\n[>img[clsquad]]Like many of the others who eat lunch together in school, I get invited to the Friday afternoon party at the house of this year's quarterback. After that party the football team will give their vote for the cheerleader try-outs: an un-precedented number of SIX cheerleaders dropped out of the team: three have been moving away with their families, one hurt her knee and two just plain resigned. A dozen candidates for the open places made it through qualification: Josie is one of them. They have all trained with the cheerleaders for a while now, but the "surplus" is no longer wanted. An old local tradition gives the football team a vote in the team selection since the cheerleaders (duh!) cheer the football team. \nThey will be doing some qualification round of their own somewhere off limits during the party, and everyone else is invited as a screen: the parents don't need to know ALL the details. I cannot, of course, become a cheerleader: even if I knew what they did and could dance that way Josie still would totally kill me if I got in and she didn't. But the others will mostly be there for the party, and I can go //there// as well: in fact, several boys asked me. Quite endearing in a weird way. \n\nWhen the evening comes, I look at some party dresses: in a catalog. I doubt I will ever be able to afford one of those in my year as a woman. Josie has already been fetched by the team bus, and one of the guys promised to pick me up. Louise made me wear a skirt and a blouse that I for my live cannot tell from my school clothes: but Josie didn't like it, so it must be a good choice. The bell rings, and [[Kevin picks me up.|e3]]
Next Saturday is only so far away, and for a girl sucking seems to be a lifestyle skill or something like that around here, isn't it? So maybe I should train some? \n<<if $shake gte 1>>But first things first. My sister packed my a gift that I shall unwrap after sucking my first lolly: and I definetly got that first lolly today! A huge dentist's drill, really... I open my gift:\n<<else>>But first things first: my mean sister packed my a gift that I shall unwrap after sucking my first lolly. I didn't do that today: but maybe that gift will help to deal with the guys who want their lolies sucked... I open my gift:\n<<endif>>\n[img[sgift]]\nA huge dildo with another note: \n"//Use this to train, little tramp! I just KNOW you will never learn how to do this without training. So train. Men like you (were) make girls like us suck their dicks: such is life. Deal with it. When you finally have learned SOME skills, fill the balls with milk and train swallowing. Ayran works best: it's salty, thick and tastes very much like the stuff that you WILL swallow. A lot. I love that thought. \nYour Sister//"\nI don't like this. Or her. But I start training: [[blowjobs are the easier way, it seems.|ey16]]
[>img[jewelry package]] Monday is a new day: Kevin meets me at the bus (his bus takes another route and arrives earlier) and claims me as his girlfriend in a nice if determined way, Josie is flying in the clouds of new-gained nobility, flirting with the football team and hanging with the other cheerleaders, and a parcel from home arrives: it was opened by customs, though, and after checking the contents repacked. I open it to find some jewelry inside with a machine-written note: "For every day wear." \n\nI show Louise and she tells me to wear one or two pieces -and have my earlobes re-pierced: they have closed. I smile and agree. Telling Louise I never had earlobe piercing would offset her: all girls have that done. In fact my lack of jewelry //was// a little strange, she tells me. She even gives me an old box to keep my jewelry since I don't have one with me. \n\nTuesday is a bad day: Kevin's hands wander too low on my back, and we almost have a fight. He tells me he is sorry, but I belatedly realize that some day soon he //WILL// want to fondle my cheeks. One of the new cheerleaders tries to lord it over me, but I deny her the right of passage past a line where I stand and wait: a slight she takes out on Josie. \n\nWednesday thinks look better: Kevin swears not to get touchy in public again, gives me a rose (and a kiss) and invites me to the cinema; Josie gets support from the cheerleading queen and I finally get better with my training. Louise warns Josie about owing the cheerleading queen too much, and I also get a blister from chopping wood, but all in all this was a good day. \n[[Thursday evening I get your weekly call from home.|em10]]
[>img[docted]]One hand holds my shoulders, the other one eases my rear entrance and then holds my hips while his long dick enters my asshole: "//Keep feeding my sons while you earn your bonus, sweetheart. This may hurt a little as long as you hang on to your maidenhood.//" I am too weak to do anything but stand there, bent over again, two babies suching on my breasts and a long penis thrusting in and out of my asshole. \nThe twins are done before daddy has finished, and watch with great eyes as my big boobs swing over their heads while Mr. Blancharts holds my hips with both hands for the hard gallop after a long canter. \nWhile he cums Mr. Blanchart grabs and gropes one of my empty jugs: filling me with what feels like as much cream as the twins drank milk. "//Forgo the skirt next time, sweetheart. And remember that you can earn an much bigger bonus once you are fully active. For now I will arrange for a packet from your family with some jewelry: you have certainly earned it. The twins and I look forward to your next shift//." He slaps my ass and sends me to the shower. My ass drips sperm and I wet my lips myself.\nI ride home sitting on my hard-drilled ass: [[OYOYOY!|em9]]
Sometime during the second breastfeeding a man walks into the room, watches for a moment and leaves: I cannot really maneuver without the twins going unfed, so I never really see him. \nHe comes back when his twins are done with my twins andsits next to me on the couch. I really should cover my sucked-dry tits, but I am still way too exhausted: and he is a doctor, right? "//I have hoped for this to happen eventually, of course. Not that fast, though. Are you pregnant, kid?//" I shake my head. I'm a virgin, after all. "//When women carry babies on their naked boobs they start producing milk: but that usually needs a fortnight to happen. Guess the job is yours now//." \n[img[sendoff]]\nHe hands me another pack of ointment, nipple pads and a breast pump with seven bottles. Pint bottles. "//Use the breastpump ONCE daily. Thank you, kid."// He puts twelve $10 bills into my apron and pats me. "//Good girl: if my wife wasn't waiting for me upstairs, I would make you a child of your own now.//" \nI change and drive back, huge nipples in my bra -and empty boobs. But there is no dwelling on that: [[Tomorrow is my first day in school.|mm1]]
I sit straight with righteous ire. \n<<set $squeeze = 2>>\n[img[milkshake oty]]\n\nSteve mistakes my change of position somewhat and pulls my bra off my fat titties: "//Way to go, girl! \nWow! That is a great milkshake to put on the yard. Shake them! Come on, girl! Shake them//!" I realize that ALL girls are tramps and that he is only asking a very small favour. \n[[And if all girls are tramps|shaking]]...\n\n
Many people would have refused: if magic would exist it would probably be dangerous. \nStill: this is a game about an exchange year, and you will miss that. \nEND.
[>img[oint]]That's none too bad, is it? Of course my asshole hurts like hell. Of course I showed a man every inch of my new naked body like a stripper. But that wasn't even SO bad compared with the ass-fucking...<<set $bang = 1>>\nI get some cream at the pharmacy (it's for pulled muscles, bruises and chafing, nothing that SCREAMS: "I got assfucked"). Sets me back $20 bucks for a large poultice. With $30 and some new experiences I drive back. Josie is meeting some friends, and Louise and Dave are firendly as ever: they are happy that I managed to get that first job. \n\nAfter dinner I take a shower, washing my wider tunnel as thoroughly as possible before rubbing some ointment in. Then I spend several minutes washing my hands: I have just fingered my own ASSHOLE! Being a girl sucks!\n[[Well, now I am a girl I suck.|td]]
[>img[groper]]EEKS! Hands! <<set $squeeze = 1>>\nSteve takes his hands off my boobs when I squirm and trash too much and hugs me instead: "//Relax, pebbles! You are not even getting felt up for real!//" He grins and thumbs the strap of my bra through my blouse: "//Real groping is what happens after your twins get out of your bra. I really thought you knew that already. Are you really pretending you are not putting your milkshake on the yard now and then//?" "To do WHAT?" Steve looks me in the eyes. Then he slowly buttons down my blouse. I start to squirm at the third button and to thrash at the sixth one. \nSteve stops, hugs me again until I calm down some. "//You are really 18 years old, aren't you//?" I nod: "Am." "//But no one has ever unbuttoned your blouse//?" I shake my head again. "//Incredible//." \n\nIn a moment of absolute lucidity I realize something: \nwhen I trained for my driving license, I had do take a lesson after sunset so that I learn to drive in the dark. One of those rumours claims that the trainers take girls -especially buxom girls- to backalleys like this one and... Shit. \nI KNEW it! I was //not// the first to fondle my girlfriends boobs like she told me! [[The lying bitch!|strapstrip]]
Friday after school Kevin picks me up for cinema. Louise is somewhat amused when she learns we will be watching an action film. When Kevin arrives she hugs me and tells me to have fun, and to do what //I// want to do. I thank her, of course: whatever she is talking about. \nKevin stops twice on the way to the cinema for some fast food. He is buying and I am loosing weight since I am wet-nursing, so fast food is fine with me. I ask him to order for me and he orders what his cousin is having at that fast food chain. Halfway to the cinema he is a little annoyed because he forgot to order dessert: "//I would really like a milkshake now.//" I was thinking about something else, so I hit him on the arm -not ALL that playful- and tell him it's too early to ask for //THAT//. \nHe stops the cars and grins at me while I turn bright red in the face. Then he kisses me, and while we are kissing, his hands slides down myy face, past my throat and down to the button of my blouse. \n<<if $kevin gte 4>>I let him kiss me and hug me: [[it feels god and hurts no one.|kissing]]\n<<else>>I let him kiss me and hug me: [[it feels god and hurts no one.|kissing]]\n- I slap his hands away. That ends the evening out, of course. Josie sees us and tells me what a looser I am. I get angry and ask her about the [[twelve loads of cum inside the cunt's pussy.]] \n <<endif>>\n[img[3rdbutton]]\n
He drives me home and after lunch goes back to college. \n[>img[vacancies]]When he is gone, Louise and Dave show me some adds in the local newspaper. Teenage girls can apply for any number of jobs, but three might be a good choice for me: my dentist needs an assistant to help his receptionist with the paperwork on Saturdays, various -unknown- families look for a babysitter and Mr. Blanchart needs additional help for Sunday afternoons. \nI really would fare best if I can get ALL THREE jobs. The dentist job for clothes to wear next autumn and winter, the Blanchart job for food, gas and other basics and the babysitting job for spending money: unless I plan never to go to cinema or buy some food at a restaurant or... \nThat will require me to do my homework and my learning during the week. \n\nMy hostfamily are members of the Midwestern Quatember Church: Mr. Blanchart's regular housekeeper goes there, too. So if I join them tomorrow, my host-family will introduce me and the housekeeper will take me to the job interview. I can keep going to that job with my host-family the whole year: even if I will miss the brunch if I get the job. As I should really try to do. The other local churches are Presbyterian; and a Southern Baptist and a Mexican Catholic community. People will of course prefer a babysitter who is a good girl that they know from //their// church. \nI can ask ask the helpful dentist about that clerk job today: be nice and say 'thank you' politely, then all should go well: Dave thinks the dentist liked me.\n- [[Ask the dentist for a job.|dentist]]\n- [[Better not.|fbjf]]\n\n
//Monday// another parcel with jewelry arrives "from home". My asshole slowly tightens again, and Kevin's fast fingers try for my buttons every now and then. The lunch round settles down again: the new cheerleaders are gone to their noble places, and the failed try-outs are no one's friend right now, but the others regroup and among them Kevin and I have our place. \n//Tuesday// is a test, but not a real one: only multiple choice. I ace it since I know some facts and some options are either stupid or weird. Kevin suggest a trip to the lake on Friday afternoon, but Dave hears I asking Louise and forbids it. Guess he remembers taking Louise there. \n//Wednesday// I get an invitation to a girls' night, and Louise and Dave strongly suggest that I accept. One of the failed try-outss also drops out of school. The headmistress almost catches Kevin with his hand in my blouse and says some very rude things to me regarding foreigners with big bossoms. I do not talk back because I have to work the weekends and cannot afford to get detention. \n//Thursday// is another test: math is no problem for me. Someone tells us that the drop-out cheerleader wannabe is pregnant and works the nightshift in a burger joint now. \n//Friday// is the first Sex-Ed class instead of biology: since nothing is required by law but everything has to be medically correct and bearable for the people I learn about parts first: today's lesson is [[about external sexual organs]]. \n[img[sexed]]
The rest of the week is rather boring: some people at school treat me like a dumb foreigner, but most are as nice as they ever were: Kevin is far from everybody's darling. Should have warned me about him. \nFriday evening I am alone and read a book while Kevin swears to his new girl that the condoms in his wallet are new ones. He and that malicious horny bootyshaker get it going on -after all she really believes he filled me so often that he had to get new condoms: like I told her best friend. This incredible virility makes her all the hotter. She thinks she is safe because these are NEW condoms without holes: unlike the ones that she prepared for me. Kevin fucks her with all the wild joy and stamina of an 19 year old who has deprived himself of any joy for a fortnight. He fills his new girl up like a donut. They are both //quite// surprised when he pulls out a broken condoms covered and a sea of seed follows. \n[[I go to bed early.|mine again]]. \n[img[pgtw]]\n\n\n
Condoms are sold in the local superstore, of course. Only if the father of a schoolgirl sees a schooldboy buy condoms... well, can't screw when someone shot your balls off, can you?\nKevin bought HIS stash during the holidays: He told me so. But back then I didn't understand what kind of "stash" he was talking about. \n\nNor is getting contraception easy for the girls in town: there is an abortion clinic with free anti-baby pills in the next city, but none of the girls at school dare go there. Some religious fools keep watching that place and call the homes of any woman who goes there. \n\nI am protected by wet-nursing: everyone knows that the female cycle shuts down during pregnancy and women can get pregnant again only after they weened their kids. Bootyshake, however, will be most ready for Kevin's love and seed next weekend: I know that from sports since all girls can go home during their period. \n[[Booty-shaker will insist in condoms.|next sd]]
Monday Kevin has a bad day: he was quite generous and spread that box of condoms to all his friends. All these condoms went POP inside one of the six cheerleaders who insisted on a condom since all six were at the height of their cycle. There may well be a little epidemic of [[Big Belly Syndrome]], I guess. Poor Kevin: he is guilty of all this. No one will ever guess the bootyshaker sabotaged all those condoms since one of them popped open inside her; and I never was anywhere near the condoms. Everyone thinks that Kevin brought cheap shit and got them all into danger: the gals of becoming moms and tramps and outcasts and the guys of facing either a waitress-wife or a heavily armed father. Neither is looking good for someone who was already booked for college, fame and riches: before that little POP. \n\n[>img[vsl]]Tension rises during the next days, and the bad food doesn't help: some of the girls start getting sick. Some are condom blowers, but I get sick, too: the vegetarian food has to be spoiled. The school refuses to get me or the others some other food, though, and I cannot afford to order TWO lunches: after a week the six of us are spitting every morning. Only two of the gals who try the veggy food seem to be immune to the bug. \n\nEverything else is working out fine: I got many friends and some boys flirt with me (if a lot less aggresive than Kevin was before his team-mates kicked him around that Monday). Some tests come back, some papers are due. [[All in all I am doing very well.|well]]
I do my very best. I have to. Because welshing out is not an option at this point anymore.\n[img[dentistfirst]]\nMoments later I am bent over naked on file cabinet: the nice dentist sit on my chest and puts my big boobs to good use -that looked always great in porn, and he likes it, too: I should have done that sometime while I had the dick, not the boobs. <<set $shake += 1>>\nThe dentist is long and strong, and after thoroughly enjoying my boobs -I get some of the joy over my boobs, some into my face- he prescribes himself a blue pill and [[we proceed to the oral exam.|gulp1]]
At the girls' night there is much talk about the male external sexual organs after the parental guidance went to bed. \n[img[comparing]]\nThere is much giggling, and I get the impression that Lara's cousin (the football star) met the drop-out at the cheerleader try-outs -and that he is believed to be the babydaddy... \nThe girls talk about many of the boys and while some pretend to know from only hearsay, others admits to personal knowledge. Most of the boys from the lunch group get a ranking. Kevin is obviously hung quite well: but too many know //THAT// in my opinion. \n[[Mr. Blanchart seems to be even a little longer than that cousin.|if not as wide]].
[img[dentisthugging]]\nMy dentist is very cudly today: there is little ...traditional... work I get done today. \nI like cuddling, even if I get it in the ass afterwards. And kissing! I like kissing, too!\n[[I think he really likes me.|ey17]]
[<img[öö]]Steve watches the show for a moment. Then he kisses me once more: \n"//DO come to call once you are ready, pebbles. You milkshake is fabulous. Now cover up, mom will kill you and me both if you come back with bare boobs//." \nReality jolts my body like a taser, and I re-pack those brave new hooters. When I am decent again, Steve pecks me on the forehead: "//What comes after the milkshake is called: 'Second Base' here, pebbles: and good girls do not go second base with anyone but their boyfriend. I am not your boyfriend, so let us not do that. \nBy the way: only highschool boys go for first, second or third base and stop there. If you put your milkshake out for an older guy, a man, he will either enjoy the show without going to any bases or go for a homerun and score. So be careful on WHICH yard you put your milkshake. \nA word to the European gal: always do the shaking in private. Public nudity is completely unthinkable here//." \nHe pats my thighs. "//Remember: the game is on when the girls come out to play//." [[I gulp.|lunch]] \n \n
[img[ct]]\nJosie is off to cheerleader practise this evening, and I need to burn off some anger. Preferrably by doing sport, too. Dave and Louise look at me and give Steve a call. Then they offer me to work on a half-bright idea of a much younger Steve: he bought a shed full of wood after a storm because he planned to chuck those tree parts and sell the firewood. Only the wood needed to dry for some years. It is ready to be chucked now, has been for some time, but Steve was too lazy to really chop it. Dave will show me how to chuck wood, then I can work off any unneeded energy. Just stretch before and after and avoid hacking off my own limbs. \nThey seem a little surprised when I come back two hours later and ask whether I can do this again tomorrow: but I actually like doing that. They are ok with my hacking plans; and Dave even promises to show me how to use the large axe: [[once I have chopped up the smaller pieces.|em2]]
<<if $dentist gte 1>>The next morning I suck the dentist dry, sparing my poor little asshole another round of pounding, and buy a nice blouse from last Sunday's earnings: saving most but having some fun, too. If I keep earning that well, a little quality and style in clothes can be mine again. <<endif>>\n[img[atd]][img[lactating sex]]\nSunday makes me sing thrice: once in church and twice when Mr. Blanchart does me: first I feed the twins, then I sate daddy. The little ones suck one my huge nipples and the huge one fucks my little pussy: I am still almost as tight as I was last week when Mr. Blanchart deflowered me. \nI almost feint when the seizures of joy hit me during the second time. Afterwards I need a long time in the shower before I can see straight again. Back at home Josie jumps me wit horrible news: Kevin -the pig!- had shared his condoms with his friends before giving the bootyshaker a womb-full, and Josie got loaded herself when another condom from that set exploded. That's bad: Josie and bootyshaker were due to have their period at the same time (we know that from sports) -that would have been my time, too, come to think of it, if the breastfeeding hadn't stop my cycle. \n\nJosie makes me promise to get some pregnancy tests: I can go where no one else dares to be seen since I will leave here in a year. [[Dinner is a nervous affair, and Louise and Dave look quite worried.]]
During the next week Josie and I become sick more or more regularly every morning, but other regular occurences do not happen when they should: Josie is definetely late with her period. Louise grabs both Josie and me and pops the questions: Are we BOTH pregnant? Josie bawls like a siren and tells all about that condom fail, but I remind Louise that I CANNOT be pregnant: after all I am still lactating and out of business for the time being, so to speak. Louise hands each of us a test: "//Don't be shy with each other. Do the test NOW. Both of you.//" It's weird to piss on a stick and even weirder to do so while the other one is looking. Not that we haven't seen each other's parts during our joint whoring. \n[img[testing]]\nI stare at my test, completely shocked: a false positive! Those are rare, of course. But what is Josie to do with //her// positive? [[Is she really pregnant or is that another false positive?|fp]] \n\n
I fall for the usual two pronged attack: they simply deny me. Then when I leave before I say harsh words they may very well need to hear some time my sister comes after me: "//There is something you could do to make this worth my trouble and the very real loss I will have to suffer to send you offer to the land of your dreams.//" I sigh. Nothing new about my sister: or my family. we got class (my parents tell me), but we DO get what we want. And a little blackmail painted to look like self sacrifice is completely in keeping with the family values. \n\n"//I am a sorceress: I trained with the Aborigines, as I was told, and I can join a coven at university IF I have proof that I am able and gifted. Proof means a mayor spell that is stable for a year and a day. The magic I have learned is limited, and while I will be able to adapt what I have learned and become quite powerful -I mean: learned- I can as of now only cast one spell that will suffie for me to ace that test. A transmutation. For those who lack learning: I have to turn something, preferable someone into somthing / someone else. Now, Robin, here is my offer: I turn you into a woman. You will change during the flight and pass customs without problems since you will still be male -as it is. You will arrive in that town over there in the last stage of the change: or even changed if your inland flight is delayed. A Robin is Robin is a girl or a boy or a little furry thing from Alpha Centaury: they willl not know you and accept the papaer in your nice unisex name. After a year and a day you will turn back: you ill have to leave the town, travel back with a stop or two and then yo uwill be able to check in as a man. Well, as your current sex and gender. You can get to live your dream: but as a woman rather than as a, well, man. Just call me and talk to the people in my new coven to be once ou have arrived.//" I tell her, soothingly, that magic does not exist. "//No problem, little brothe: if my magic fails you will be tiny man instead of a woman. No loss for you, right? And if it works -it will- you will have some unique experiecnes. What say you?//"\nI shrug: [[Yes.|flight][$choice = 1]] or [[No.|maisnono]]
I wake up early with swollen breasts. I pump while I read some history and train while I read some science books. \nAt least my backdoor seems to be back to the original size. I shudder, rub another dose of ointment into my asshole and wash my hands //very// carefully. \nDave kisses his women (Louise on the cheek, Josie on the head) and pats my shoulder, grabs a coffe and some food Louise has packed and leaves. Louise tells me where the bus stops and where to find the school administration with a map and some school fotos.\n[>img[sbus]]After breakfast I follow Josie to the bus. Some others get on the bus, too, but they are younger and leave Josie and you alone. The bus ride is long and boring. I sit in my own bank and Josie sit in the back: without showing and sign of every having met me. Which is fine with me. This is a mixed group of pupils, but sharing seats is not high on any one's list. \n\nAt school I head for the secretary's office. They believe in several small buildings here: my school back home has more pupils, but only one building and an annex for the youngest classes. \n\nThe secretary is friendly once she sees that I am polite and helps me with my classes, tells me where to find them and explains lunch to me. Nothing special happens. The other pupils are quite friendly, though: they invite me to sit with them during lunch and inquire about my family. I tell them, of course: my parents are federal judges (at the appeal courts) and my sister is studying medicine. Someone asks whether my parents are rich, and I tell them: "Richer than me." They laugh and I tell them about my lost luaggage and how my parents insist that I earn everything but the basics during this year. Then I inquire about them and they happily tell me about themselves and their parents' jobs. Having rich parents really seems to be a boon here; but then back home the family with the indoor swimming pool is more popular than the state care receipients. At least until one knows both of them: [[they are both...|mm2]] \n\n
I am being horrible: I admit it. \n\nBut what I do comes to no evil unless that bitch and Kevin wrong //me// not once but thrice - and are not honest with each other, either. \nIf the bitch had not stolen my boyfriend out of plain racism, nothing wong would have happened. \nIf the bitch does not sabotage the condoms she believes Kevin will use with me (to get me pregnant and drop out of school) nothing bad will happen.\nIf the sweethearts do not screw hard while Kevin and I are officially still an item (even if all the school knows better) nothing wrong will happen. \nIf the bitch tells Kevin he will know that the condom he is about to put on will be sabotaged by the cunt he wants to put his gloved dong into: a caring guy should not do that...\n\nAND that boyfriend stealing bootyshaker only is //more// fertile when the condom will pop inside her pussy: she does not HAVE to get pregnant [[for all I know]].\n[img[sabotage]]
They talk about tv and clothes, scandals and jobs. Quite a number of guys are happy to tell me about themselves. I always thought the sexes were hanging seperately in school, but I always have a couple of guys around me. Very friendly guys. The food is acceptable, though I shun the desserts (because that stuff probably glows in the dark). Lessons vary between horrible and inspired: just like home. A little more practical, MUCH more literal and really weird when things are discussed: facts are openly ignored and people tell what they feel about this character or that incident instead. The goal seems to be forming an opinion rather than get the facts straight. \n\n[>img[vb]]Sport is the last class after everyone does their hoemwork in school: volleyball. I am actually quite good at that and get to "try for the team": whatever that means. \n\nThe coach tells me that I am too short to play, but let's me try out after I tell him quite vocally about jumpging and judging. \n\nI really am a little short now, but I play quite good: so the trainer agrees to let me train with the team. As an exchange student I will not play in any tournaments: which is fine with me since I will be working at the weekends. Also some of the others ARE better players: height does matter and their technique is about as good as mine.\n[[Sometimes a little better, sometimes a little less.|whatever that means]]
I have another nightmare. I had one back at home, about me missing my flight -and being happy about it, stupid dream!- and now I am having the next one. \n[img[horse]]\nA rather ugly one including a stallion who didn't make the cut and becomes a gelding. \n[[Weird stuff.|flight]]
[<img[3rd sunday]]I sing with the other churchgoers, \nwait for the end of the sermon like the others, \ndrive to my job, \nget naked, \nbreast-feed two babies, \ndo some chores and some conventional babysitting in the buff, \nbreastfeed the twins again \nand get a long, hard penis into my back-door longer and harder than ever before. \nDr. Blanchard cums all over my back.\n[[Another sunday.]]
The party flies by: like fun events do. But when I go to the toilet I take the wrong turn back and get a good look at the cheerleader tryouts. The cheerleaders watch as the candidates meet the team. \n[img[clto]]\nThe guys are really testing the poor sluts very hard: Josie and the others will be ALL stiff tomorrow: bck AND front. My! And half of them are entertaining the football team for [[nothing]]! \nNothing but a raw pussy, a raw throat, a raw asshole and all that, of course. \n\nI leave very, very silently -that is not my kind of party- and [[hurry back to the others.|em4]] \n
I wake up early but almost feeling good: only my boobs are about to burst. I apply the twin sucker cups of the breast-pump: again my nipples feel like they are sucked into a vacuum-cleaner while being pumped at the same time. Definetely worse than having the twins suck my twins dry. Afterwards I put the bottles into the freezer, wait a moment for my poor nipples to air-dry and rub in some moisturizer. OY! I re-cover my empty flappers. \n[img[dairy]]\nAll else is back to normal -if their is such a thing (I hope not: getting rid of the new stuff and getting the old parts back is the one thing that keeps me going). In the shower I pay more attention to my parts than before: as a boy I just liked to be clean. As a girl I know there may be visitors entering by the backdoor. Still one is better prepared: Man do not always ask, the pigs. [[I really need to become one of them again.|You really need to become one of them again.]] \n\n
When I call home with the news my sister cancels the return flight I had prebooked; grounding me where I am. There is more bad news: poor Mrs. Blanchart dies from her wasting sickness the week after. Dr. Blanchart has an autopsy done by the local coroner to make sure he didn't accidently do anything wrong with her care; and the autopsy clearly shows nothing more could have been done for her. \n[<img[mommy]][>img[mommy too]]\nJosie does not want her babies -she is pregnant with twins- but some asshole blows up the only abortion clinic in the state, so she will just have to give birth: like me. When Dr. Blanchart find out that I am pregnant (I blurt it out when my legs are behind my ears and the head of his long, long dick knocks a staccato against my stomach from inside) he does a test. \n<<if $geezers is 1>>He is not the father of my twins. But Mr. Blanchart sees to the two geezers taking a paternity test. Both come back true: our's girls were both quickened by the first geezer, and our baby boys were both sired by the second geezer. A rare circumstance, the judge rules in the combined paternity suits. We do not get any compensation -since the judge suspects we to have been paid already- but each geezer has to pay for his child. \nI and Josie finish highschool together with the five other pregnant girls. I am allowed to stay since my kids are legal citizens. Louise looks after all those children while Josie and I go to college. \nEND\n<<else>>He is the father. Since he doesn't like abortions he offers to marry me, and I agree. \nWe have a big wedding, and my sister makes an appearrance.\nShe congratulates me to becoming a fallen maiden that fast. \n- [[I tell her that //I// am a wife now, not a well-used slut like some others.|married end]]\n- [[I laugh: all is well, and I feel forgiving.|married end]]\n- I introduce her to the dentist with his very long dong and his swollen balls: [[he gets some relieve and she gets a take-away gift.|married end][$sister = 1]]\n<<endif>>
[>img[car]]Louise drives a huge car, unlike the dentist's wife. I ask her about that and she laughs. Happy person. "//That a thing with poor Alma. She always wanted something special and had that hugely expensive European car ordered for her. Don't your people build that//?" I nod. Lousie sobbers some: "//Well, she never drove a mile in that car. The dentist uses it for long trips because he says it needs next to none gas. Stange guy: I wouldn't want to sit in that tiny thing with so many REAL cars on the road.//" She pads her own car: "//No insult meant, of course. To each her own, I say.//" I smile at her, and she tells me a little bit about town. \nAt the market I get another shock: what is that? I know supermarkets and clothing stores and hardware stores and all the other parts they made this off. But why make that ONE huge store? \n\nFirst I help Louise to buy enough food to feed a school class for a month, then she takes me to the clothes' department. "//Listen, dear: I do not want to be rude, but beggars can't be choosers. You need a complete wardrobe, and you have pretty little means to pay. So we are NOT discussing every single item, dear. We will buy you the clothes to last the summer; and then you will have to take jobs to buy winter clothes. Winter starts in three monthes around here, so better get busy: and NO buying fancy stuff before you have basic winter clothes, or you will freeze to death. Winter is COLD here.//" American woman, and especially American girls, I learn, can never wear the same clothes twice. So I buy a dozen of everything. Louise will tell me what to combine how to make it look a little different than last day's wear: better even last week's wear. She hints at the town being rather easy going in matters like this. A city girl obviously cannot ever wear the same clothes twice. When I try on some clothes I find them badly made, cheap and not really to my liking. I will go to the public school, of course, so there is no school uniform: still Louise insists in skirts. Young girls don't wear tousers in public life. [[And I can always wear the trousers that I brought when I am at home.|ey13]] \n\n
[>img[fk]]Steve cups my face and kisses me. On the lips. No, wait: he french-kisses me! With lots of tongue and deep in my mouth and... I fight back, of course: a man kisses me -frenches me- without really asking me. \nBut it also gives me a kick. Like a mule. I WANT that. And much, much more. \n<<set $kiss = 1>>\nAfter a moment of struggle and kissing he stops. He looks at me, still holding my face. \n"My subject is psychology, little bird. And my expert opinion is: \n- you are a virgin\n- you will not be a virgin much longer\nand \n- you are willing to put out for money. \nGet the pill, little hooker. [[You will need it.]]"
He keeps kissing me all the time and I am quite new to //this// side of kissing, so I only realize what he is doing when the first button is already open. I catch his hand, but he whispers into my ear "One more" and starts kissing me again -and somehow I let him open that next button. Then I have to slap his hand and break the kiss when he fingers the third button: something might fall out of my blosue. "//Come on, one more -last one, I promise!- and I will get //you// a milkshake at the cinema.//" He winks and those big eyes makes the butterflies in my stomach flatter and I nod. Kevin kisses me again and dips into my neckline: a game that I have played before.\n[img[carshow]]\n[[Only I was the dog catcher back then: now I brought the puppies.|em12][$kevin += 1]] \n
[<img[milked]]I slowly, carefully finish their bottles while they keep sucking: it would be mean to pop my teats out of their little mouthes before the plasitc teats -//with// milk to suck- are ready. Just another moment -this is painful AND feeling good, in fact. \nMy whole boobs tickle madly, then there is a warm, tingling feeling and my milk starts to flow. The milkbottles get cool, useless and unneeded while MY milkbags are sucked dry by the hungry babies. They swallow greedily the milk I shouldn't have, cannot have. \nYet my milkbags are full. \n\nWell, not for long: half an hour later my udders are empty and the twins are full and happy.\n\nI sit on the floor, exhausted: running a marathon is nothing like this. [[I know that because I ran part of a marathon once.|BM5]]
I know it and everyone else knows it, too. No judgement here: if gals became chaste whom would //I// fuck? \nI leave the family council alone: my sister got incorporated after she came back. Maybe I will aksed to join, too, if I just had sex often enough. \n\n[>img[pc]]An hour later they call me back from my computer game.\n"//We have decided to send you over, Robin. We will not give you all the money you claim to need. It's just not there. You will try and get by with the money we offered you earlier, but if you cannot do that, we will wire you more money: you and your sister both inherit some money from your late grandmother at your 21 birthday. Your sister has very generously offered to support you with her part of the inheritage -to be paid back, of course- once she turns 21. That means you will, if you really need it, get additional funds one month after you get to the States. That is our final offer.//" Stunned, I agree. \n\nMy sister is not a comlete loss after all, if a little fucked up lately. I had hoped she would not be too angry, but since she is so nice all has to be well. I thank her and our parents. She pretends to be a little insulted: "Do not thank me too early, Robin. I insist in payback." I nod: "Of course." That inheritance is well invested. She smiles a little awkwardly: "Then we are agreed?" \n[[I shake hands with her.|flight][$choice = 2]]
[>img[youruniform]]On the other side I take a look at the work clothes. "Where are the missing parts of the uniform?" The housekeeper looks at you: "//Did you not listen to the job agency, you little imbecile//?" My face turns bright red: "I was at no agency. My hostfamily told me about a domestic aid job needed on Sunday Afternoons. They certainly didn't mention THIS!"\nShe pales with anger. "//All right, girl. Let me tell you what this job is about. Mrs. Blanchart, bless her soul, was four monthes pregnant when she was diagnozed with her illness. She decided against treatment so that her twins could live. Now they are born: to a brain-dead mother that still breathes because the machines make her. Her babies need human contact. Their mother is more dead than alive. There is a wet nurse who during the week huddles, cuddles and breastfeeds them. She won't work during the weekends, though. I do myself care and bottlefeed the twins on Saturday, but they need skin contact with a young, healthy female: and you are buxom and young if nothing else. So this is the job offer: sit the twins, let them have a go at your bare twins, then bottle-feed them and do some easy household chores while they sleep. Your pay will be WAY too high for your limited gifts AND you will do some good work for the babies. And IF Mr. Blanchart happens to be in the same room with you just turn your back to him, silly girl. Remember he is a doctor: he has seen all the parts. So stop wasting my time: wear the uniform as it is or leave NOW//."\nI gulp. Poor woman. Poor babies. Poor man. Poor rich man. Well: then dentist pays $50 for five hours of work. Mr. Banchart will pay twice as much for six hours of work: topless baby-cuddling. \nIn the end, boobs are for babies, aren't they? Not that I have any milk to feed them, but I have read lots of articles about babies needing skin contact: that is a scientistic fact. And I need that money. \n[[I nod: "Ok." and dress in half a maid uniform.|BM3]]
[<img[bbm]]The mansion is huge, but I will only work in the twins' room, the kitchen, a laundry room and the living room. \n\nI do not meet Mr. Blanchart: either he stays in his office or visits his wife. He sees after the twins every morning and will watch them sleeping when the housekeeper is back and I am gone. Until then: some easy chores and lots of playing with the babies, changing their diapers and, most important: skin contact. \n\nI have been babysitting before, so that changing the twins is no real problem. When they are clean, the housekeepr leaves.\n\nI play with Mr.Blanchart's twins while my own twins swing in the open freely: a weird feeling since I have never let my twins out in the open: my twins are much younger than Mr. Blanchart's, after all. All that swinging and swaying makes my girls tickle. \n\nThe boys are actually really cute. Real little persons: they like it when I hold them, talk to them, play wth them. At this age they begin to grab things and stuff them into their mouth -and drop it, though: keeping me busy. \n[[At 3 o'clock it's time to feed them.|mb4]] \n
I follow the housekeeper's car to Mr. Blanchart's mansion. She leads me from the garage to a backdoor -a real Servants' Entrance- into a locker room. "//Your job, should you qualify, will require certain pecularities owned to the special circumstances of Mr. Blanchart and his family. One of them is that you will be required to wear the uniform. We leave our clothes here, shower, and dress in our uniforms in the room behind the shower. Your modesty will not suffer: should you be hired. During your shift no one will be around but Mr. Blanchart and the twins. Mr. Blanchart is a businessman, but he also holds a medical degree: no need to be shy arond him. And the twins are only a three monthes old. I will tell you more about that later. I wll shower first. Undress and leave everything in this room: when I am done, you will shower with all due speed. You can moisturize and wear make-up outside, but not in the house. Medical reasons. Now turn your back//." \nI do and within seconds she strips, locks her things up leaves into the shower. Huh. [[I Hurry after her.|BM2]] \n[img[its]]\n
My sister wrote an essay in 7th grade: "//Babysitting is a good job for young adult because they learn much about child care: many decide never to have any children afterwards.//" \nThis job, however, is a //Little// different: the father in question is a fan of the "Babysitter"-movies and insist that the add clearly shows that. \n[img[bsp]]\nI stare at him and he almost cries: WILL I sit on his baby now or not? I stare at certain parts of the very naked guy: baby indeed. No whore with a consciousness could charge more than the $50 bucks he overs: I absolutely agree. \nBut I //AM// no whore. I am a student. A very poor student faces with a very tiny dick. Does such a little man count, you know, as taking money for...\n- [[I strip and rub him off: that really should suffice.|aw1]]\n- [[Never. Ever.|td]]
Breaking off //this// race never really was a question: my nipples hurt more than my asshole hurt yesterday, but this also feels right, good and needful. After five minutes (I caress my huge, sore nipples some: instinctly keeping them subtle and operationable) I stand again: the babies need their beds. I put them to bed and drop on a couch. \nWhen I can I get up again and do some work: Until the twins start to cry simultaneously and I instinctly offer each them one of my nipples. Another round?! Well, babies need to feed every ... now. Breastfeeding both hurts and makes me happy, and when I put them to bed afterwards, the twins have sucked me completely dry again. [[If my nipples were sore before, now they are raw when I touch them.|bms2]] \n[img[udders]]\n
Josie runs to her rooms and I sleep like a stone. Saturday morning! Time to earn some money!\n<<if $dentist gte 1>>Work at the dentist is always the same: I get naked, type a week's worth of data into the computer, blow a too big dick and get my ass nailed. OOOWWW!!!!!!!!! Then he cums all over my twins and my face.\n[img[adatd]]\nThis time I insist on a bonus: I know I am getting better at blowing him, and all this assfucking is like totally unfair! And the icky burns like nothing good when I get it into my eyes! I get another large tube of ointment (I will need that: my ass HURTS!) and $20 that I re-invest in the mall: earlobes piercing and some ice //without// creme. \n[[I have had enough creme for today.|satevening]] \n<<else>>My host parents URGE me to [[take another babysitting job.|babsitter]]\n<<endif>>\nOr I could pretend that I HAVE to learn and cannot possibly go and earn money. [[Is lying bad if one lies to avoid, well: putting out?|satevening]]
I always smile when I am around Kevin: his name is one of the US-imports to my homeland. With a little spin: only dumb-assed social climbing parents who can barely read name their child: "Kevin" back home. No girl with class would ever let a "Kevin" invite her anywhere. \nThis Kevin is a next-door boy: his parents own a small shop and he is as smart as and maybe a little nicer than most guys. He smiles a lot, is very polite with Louise and Dave, and opens the car door for me. When he turns I frantically pull my skirt down my legs: sitting in a skirt is not done //this// way unless one wants to sit one's pants on the leather. And the bare undersite of one's legs. When he is round the car my skirt is where it is supposed to be. Wow. Small things like that could make for an unhappy Robin. But all went well. \n[img[seatbelt]]\nKevin smiles at me: "//You can sit there, but I promise not to bite if you sit a little closer: that way the seat belt won't be in your back//." Oh. Kevin closes his seatbelt and I fish for mine. I put that... well, I have been sitting next to Kevin for a week now. I move over and fasten the seat belt. Kevin touches my arm with his elbow and says: "//You are looking good tonight//." \n- [[Somehow I like that little touch and smile.|route][$kevin += 1]]\n- [[Touchy. Too touchy.|route]] \n
I protest, but he just kisses meu on the forehead: "//Shut up, little one. We both know you liked it.//" I gulp and stare at him with huge eyes. He sighs: "//Oh, dear. You really need to get laid. Listen, I do not deflower little girls. And I am off to college tomorrow. But if you ever visit me in Santiago, I will fuck you like a horny little bunny. OK//?" I nod, then start to protest. \n"//Conflicted chicks. Not my deal. Come to me if you are ready for what you want. Like your cans, by the way.//" He gropes my boobs and leaves. I sit on the floor. \n\n[>img[tshirt]]After a while I decide to do SOMEthing and clean up. It takes me a while to learn where they put their things in the kitchen, but I will need to learn that this way or that. I watch some tv, while the dishwasher runs. They mumble horribly here. When I put the clean dishes away, a woman enters the house. She goes into the living room first, then come into the kitchen. "//Welcome, Robin. I am Louise.//" I smile and shake her hand. She smiles back, then she frowns. My lipstick is smeared! Oh no! She will... ""//Are you Australian, Robin?//" I shake my head. "//Where did you get that t-shirt?//" Oh: "It's a gift from my sister. She went to Australia and..." My host mother laughs and hugs me. I like THAT. "//Sorry, dear. Household joke. We saw that Australian movie where they all dress so awfully and Dave said your sister had a strange accent...//" She steps back, looks over her shoulder and adds: "//All right, little one, no one is looking. Allow me.//" She leads me to the fridge: a giant metal one with a mirrorying surface and indicates a huge "Y" over my upper body: "//"What comes to YOUR mind, dear//?" \nI turn bright red: boobs. Giant boobs MUCH emphasized by that pattern. Louise laughs. "//You are ...fullbodied. Good for you. But don't let every guy see that.//" I turn to the livng room. She ruffles my hair: "//Don't mind my Steve. He talks a lot, but he never tells. He will lend you a t-shirt: not that we will tell him. I wash them, so I do the lending out. Take one: you will help me shopping, and I will help you to find something ..less entertaining.//" [[I nod and change into a plain black t-shirt.|You nod and change into a plain black t-shirt.]]
[>img[cumshot]]Josie comes back with stains on her blouse: lots of white stuff hit that blouse. Too much for one single donor. Louise is about to kill her daughter when I ask her, politely: "Weren't you a cheerleader, too, mam?" Mother and daughter stare at me. I raise my hand: "No insult meant. Just asking. There is a picture of your cheerleading squat in the school hall: and I think ALL cheerleaders have to be good dancers." Louise decides against killing BOTH of us after a moment and nods: "Get that blouse cleaned up before your father sees it, Josie." \n[[The next morning we all go to church.|The next morning you all go to church.]]
[>img[kungfu]]Food at school is really cheap and the tank of my car is full. So I decide to spend some money on myself and prowl the town. \n\nNice town. Too expensive, though. I sigh and head back home: some wood needs the axe. Dinner is a laid back affair: well, stitting in a chair is painful for some of us. \nJosie made the team: third place of the newcomers. Must be a better than average fuck. But I don't feel like accusing anyone. Poor dear worked hard for that cheerleading gig: and she took it in the pussy //at least// twelve times, too. \n[[The slut.|em6]]
[img[routing]]\nKevin pulls a map from his door and shows me where we are now and where we are going: "//The direct way is this one, but we would be taking some backroads and a, well, 'scenic' way//." I shrug -start shrugging. Too much moves these days when I really shrug: "What is wrong with that?" Kevin looks at me for a moment, then he grins: "//Sorry, stranger: I forgot you are not from this town. If you ever drive that road after dark, you will pass quite a lot of cars with people making out. Not during the day, though. We could drive that way to the party and take the other way home: that way we get to the party faster and you get home without unfit sights.//" \n- [[I giggle and choose the scenic route.|baby.][$kevin += 1]] \n- [[Well, maybe we better stay off the scenic route for now.|you guess]] \n
Unless the guys don't pull out. Then the loosers may yet bring something home from the tryouts: I didnt see a single condom. I don't like this line of thinking. No one has seen the dropped out cheerleader latey. [[Maybe the team scored too much.|you guess]]\n[img[gain]]
[<img[dentistanal]]He steps out of his trousers and shoes. Then he takes my hand and walks me to his desk: with swinging, cum-covered naked boobs. There he bends me forward and stands behind me. \nThe next hour is very painful. When he has finished (over my naked back) he pats my shaking cheeks: "//There, there. No reason to wail THAT loud. Very satisfying to be in so tight an ass, but you really need to make sure there is no one else in the building when you put out next time. We are alone, so all is well//." He washes his huge dick and empty balls in the washing basin. \n"//Get that cherry off my desk, or I //will// deflower you. Clean my desk before you leave. Your fat tits smeared cum on it//." I try to get up but fall to the floor. "//Please don't get cum on my rugs, I don't cum on YOUR rug either//!" He pulls me up, and I stand against the desk, crying from the pain in my ass. Also: I just put out for a job. \n\nHe kisses me on the forehead and slaps my tits playfully: "//There, there, little tramp: mission accomplished. You got the job//." He grins and winks, playing with my girls: "//AND you leave as a virgin: like you walked in here. CLean up, dress and everyone will think you are a nice chaste girl. That you are a tramp with a well-drilled ass is our little secret: just grease your backdoor and soon all will almost be like before//."I wash as good as I can -after whipping the desk and cleaning the stain from the rug first, of course- and dress. The dentist walks me out with his arm around my shoulder. Before I leave the office, he folds five ten-dolar bills and puts them into my bra: "//Be here at 9 o'clock next Saturday for your first shift. This is more of a gift than of a wage, but you will earn your pay from the next time onward. You don't need to show legs, ass or pussy, but you will get your puppies out while work. Next time I will spray them right from the beginning//." \nI leave: got the job, my virginity is still intact but I got my backdoor crashed. [[Two out of three is a win, isn't it?|evening after]]
[>img[fk]]He raises an eyebrow: "//Now, really. I think you are a little prissy prude, my dear: but may I suggest that you are SOMEWHAT polite with people who help you?//" \nI feel my face turn red, and give in. My sister would laugh at me, but I am not //used// to being handled this way. \n<<set $kiss = 1>>\nSteve cups my face and kisses me. On the lips. No, wait: he french-kisses me! With lots of tongue and deep in my mouth and... I fight back, of course: a man kisses me -frenches me- without really asking me. \nBut it also gives me a kick. Like a mule. I WANT that. And much, much more. \n\nAfter a moment of struggle and kissing he stops. He looks at me, still holding my face. \n"//My subject is psychology, little bird. And my expert opinion is: \n- you are a virgin\n- you will not be a virgin much longer\nand \n- you are a prude and just as horny as any prude girl I have ever met. \nGet the pill, babe.// [[You will need it.]]"
Game by Blauz. \n<<if $you gte 2>>[img[wakeupcall]]\nI GOT BOOBS!!!\n<<endif>>\n<<if $kiss eq 1>>[img[fkiss]]\nEEEHH!!! A man kissed me! On the mouth!!\n<<elseif $kiss gte 2>>[img[bj]]\nI... well, I...\n<<endif>>\n<<if $squeeze eq 1>>[img[hands]]\nI got groped!!\n<<elseif $squeeze eq 2>>[img[hands!]] \nA man groped my naked tits!!!\n<<endif>>\n<<if $shake eq 2>>[img[msd]]\nA man creamed my milkshake! \n<<elseif $shake eq 3>>[img[msd]]\nThey all cream my milkshake!\n<<endif>> \n<<if $bang eq 1>>[img[bjNa]]\n<<elseif $bang gte 2>>I am a whore.\n<<endif>>\n<<if $fanny eq 0>>I'm a man.\n<<elseif $fanny eq 1>>I am a virgin.\n<<elseif $fanny eq 2>>I am almost a virgin.\n<<elseif $fanny eq 3>>I may have had a visitor or two in my fanny, if you have to know. \n<<elseif $fanny eq 4>>Well, I get laid now and then, Ok? \n<<elseif $fanny eq 5>>I am not exactly a tramp. \n<<elseif $fanny gte 6>>I am a tramp: but still quite tight. \n<<endif>>
[img[chastity]]\nWell, I have to be SOMEWHAT thankful, at least, and rubbing a dick is something I have done for years -my own dick only, admittedly.\n\nBut these are extenuationg circumstances, arent they? \nAnd this is the land where a blowjob isn't sex, [[so a little handiwork can't be a problem: can it?|lunch]]
"//I see. Well, sweetheart, I much appreaciate your work.//" He holds my shoulder, and his other hand wanders down my back. "Thank you very much, sir. The twins will need to keep feeding for some time, sir." The hand on my shoulder gives me a light squeeze while the other lifts my skirt over my ass. \n\n"//Another twenty minutes, I guess//." I nod. His hand spreads my cheeeks and SOMETHING traces my lips -a finger?! ins't that too big to be...: OH!! That his... NOO!!!\n[img[first visit]]\n"//So you are a virgin//." He slaps my cheek playfullly. My eyes water from the sucking twins and my knees tremble: "Yes, sir. I like being a virgin, sir." His other hand caresses my back. His huuuge, big looong don rubs my nether lips. "//Quite understandable, little sweetheart. Girls have their needs and their likes. Everyone has. Do you like jewelry, sweetheart?//" That is quite possibly the weirdest question I have ever heart, but to my surprise the honest answers is: "Yes, sir." "//Well, you are going to earn some jewelry, darling girl.//"\n[[He pulls his giant slong back along my wet virgin lips and...|em8]]\n\n
This is an adult game: one of my sex games, to be honest. No morals, no meaning: just some fantasies made into a game. \nSpending a year abroad is one of the greater adventures I have never myself undertaken: but many new experiences are to be had if one made such a trip. \n\nThis time I am not using fairies or voodoo magic to bring in a new perspective: I am not a one trick pony. \nThis time I use Aboriginal magic. Completely different and rather an original idea. \n\nLegal Adults only as players, please. \nPlease help me to make the game better if you like it: posting typos for correction, constructive criticism and likes are all welcome. \n[[Play the game.|Start 1]]
[>img[mug]]Steve gives me a choice of fruit, cornflakes and pancakes. I take some cornflakes and a large coffee. \n\nHorrible. \n\nStill, one has to drink something and I manage not to make a face. Maybe I am a little less easy to read now I am a girl. Steve tells me about the town, his family, the dentist, my school and then grins at me: "You can help ME with something, too, little Robin." \n\n- [[Yes, of course.|easy]]\n- [[What does he want me to do?|kq]]
The next morning I do some washing, brushing and moisturising, dress that weird body -TITS!- and have as little breakfast as I can. Sugar-free cornflakes have to be imported from overseas and are hideously expensive, so I will just have to eat less: since there are so many new parts cramped into my abdomen I do not need additional fat there. What happened to my behind and my bog balconies is worse enough: better keep than lean midriff. \n\nAfter breakfast Steve shows me the car: "//It's old and needs too much gas, but I don't need it at college and you can use it while I am away. When I am back here, I will need it myself: but when I will have no classes you won't have any, either. Should be no problem. Now let's take a drive around the block.//" He let's me testdrive on a dirt track. Should work fine. \nWe change places again for the drive back. "//Word of the wise, little one: if a guy lets you ride in his car, he will expect some pay back.//" He puts an arm around my shoulder and kisses me again. \n<<if $shake gte 1>>Let's be honest: I know what is coming now: and I am ever so right. \nOnly this time I also get to suck on the lolly: after the titsex and before [[Steve also cums all over my naked hangers.|lunch]] \n[img[ms4]]\n<<else>>\n[>img[carkiss]]- [[I struggle some, of course: it may feel good, but that is a MAN KISSING Me. And I am...|giving in]]\n\n- [[I like totally do something stupid...|sprayed]]\n\n- [[No BLOODY way!|chaste]]\n<<endif>>\n\n
I help cooking dinner while Louise talks about food. I never completely realized how little they know about basics here: empty high calouries mix with sugar and fat and pretend to be food. Well, I am young and will get healthy food again at the same time that I get my parts back. \n\nI need to really make good with my sister, I belatedly realize: if she can give me fat tits, then she really shouldn't be in a mean mood when she returns my dong. My old one was a little over average in size: my new one could be WAY smaller. \n\n[>img[cheer]]Thoughts like that are for later, though: dinner comes first. Steve and Dave talk good naturedly with each other and all the womenfolk, Louise is nice enough, but Josie is... well, she wants to be a cheerleader. Taller than me, small titties, athletic build, long flowing hair. I am buxom and shorthaired. She smiles when she wants to and pouts when she doesn't concentrate on smiling. My smile feels natural on my face and the others certainly like it. Josie talks about many things I cannot even relate to, and her accent is horrible. All in all, we do not hit it off with each other. \n\nBack in my room I unpack my things. My sister wrote another note with some exercises for my new body: and since I just ate that dinner I decide to do those exercises now. I manage to do all the exercises she listed: a well trained body. Then I take a shower (they do that in the evening here, not in the morning) and read some of the books Steve got me from the school. \n\nI smile when I think about him: [[Nice guy, if a little kissy.|ey15]]
Work is in progress, but you can play the end [[here|Tomorrow]].
[>img[ayran]]I wake up early next day and read some of the books that I will need for school while sucking on my new toy (gagging really breaks one's concentration). At breakfast I ask about ayran: "My sister told me to try cornflakes with ayran: I have never tried it, but maybe it's nice." Louise and Dave are all for trying something new, but are sorry to tell you the next Turkish food store is probably in San Franzisco. \nWell, I am not shopping //there//. And I am not all that good with that thing yet anyhow. \n\nJoosie is a little stiff this morning, too. If my asshole wasn't still hurting I would probably think nothing of it: but as it is (much smaller already: my asshole, that is) I see her walk and sit and I know: Josie got some dick up her ass yesterday evening. Some serious dick. Well, go get some, bitch! My ointment and my dildo are well hidden, and as long as I am not the only one to get anal: safer for me. Josie doesn't care for anything but her own gaping little hole and Dave is oblivious to any such stiffnesses, butt Louise... Well, she doesn't say anything, but I really think she knows more about all this than I like and she should. Well: can't play a player. Even a retired one. \n\nI go to church with them instead. People are so friendly that they are rude. Well, most of them. Others are completely aloof. The housekeeper of Mr. Blanchart is one of the aloof, of course. I pass muster, barely, and she agrees to take me to Mr. Blanchart after the service. \nThe service is quite horrible: forceful singing, babbling prayers, weird readings and a fortune-cooky sermon. \nSomeone nice might have added: but at least they all MEAN it. [[I am happy to leave when the moment this is over.|BM1]]
Very carefully I walk down the stairs. A televion plays in every room. I look into the kitche -empty. Still the tv is running. Why does anybody have a tv in the kitchen? \nThe door on the other side opens and a guy says: "Hi, Robin." \nI jerk. I didn't see him -and he is another giant.\nOr... no: I am small now! THAT is why they all talk down to me: quite literally. \n"Ah, hi!" I turn and shake his hand. His big, strong male hand that holds my long and slender girl hand secure yet...\nShit. My body reacts to men. Strongly. Even if I still know that I AM a man and a straight man to boot. \n-Nothing against gays, of course- ..but: Eeeks! \n\n[>img[lipstick]]The guy smiles reassuringly. And I smile back, to my great surprise. "//I am Steve, your host brother//." He playfully touches my lips: "//Forgot to put on lipstick.//" To my great horror I am not even angry at him for touching me. He winks and hands me a bag: "//Mom said that your luaggage was misplaced and that your sister wired some cash: here is an emergency kit for young woman. There is a mirror at the coat hanger beneath the stairs.//" I take the paper bag and head for the mirror: nothing weird. Just a mirror. \n\nIn the bag is, among other things, a lipstick. I have seen women do THAT often enough, so I just smear some into my face and wipe with a wet paper handkerchief. A wipe. Whatever. \n\nSteve grins and stands behind me, hands on my shoulders: "//It's waterproof, of course. Well, at least spray reistant.//" I know that's a joke by the way he says it, but I do not get THAT joke. He squeezes my shoulders and steps back: "//Never mind, little one. Mom said also to give you some food.// [[This way, please.|ey12]]"
I put the towel around your hips. It drops. I look at my hips: that is a waist, and I have hips. Probably a broad ass, too. Women are like that. Still the towel drops. I cover my fat charlies wih the towel, hold it in my right hand and open the door. No one there. I weasel through the door, close it and run to my room, hand on my bush. Open, in, close. \n\nSafe. \n\nWhere do I get clothes that I can wear? My own clothes will be tight or wide in all the wrong places. I check the wardrobe and the dresser. Empty. Shit. Well: a t-shirt is a t-shirt and shorts are boyshorts. I put my carry-on on the bed and open it to check my luaggage: towel, shorts ... a bra? And fitting panties? I try them on. Well, I try to try the bra on. \n[img[putting it on]]\nThankfully there is another sheet of paper with a list: "1st: Clasp in front, straps down". Well, I do that. "2nd: Pull clasp along your ribs to your rear." Done. Ouch. "3rd: Put arms through straps." Ok. "4th: Read WHOLE step first." Duh. "Pull straps up WHILE PUTTING YOUR TITS INTO THE CUPS." Oh. I do. It requires some pushing and wiggling, but I know from my early morning grip to handle my boobies with care. \nThe rest is easy. I even have a necessaire with a nail set ..and moisturizer. And sister really packed a gift with a note: "Open after your first lolli". She also bought me a cheap girly handbag. [[And some pink sneakers.|ey11]]
After buying new clothes I am broke. And there will be no more money this month: my sister already advanced me more money than I calculated for ten weeks. I need a job, or I will go hungry: school food needs to be paid for, on schooldays my host family provides breakfast and dinner only. Expensive enough: I saw it myself. When I mention that to Louise, she nods. "//We will start looking for jobs tomorrow. Have you babysitted before?//" I nod. Mom got equal-opportunity on me when I turned sixteen and made me take any babysitting and tutoring job SHE could find: paid for the flight and the basic living expenses. "//Tutoring is not a good idea right now, dear. You are new here, so that's little surprising: but you DO have a funny accent.//" That is called British English. But the female me is too wise to say that out loud. And I do have a foreign accent: I am not here for the fun, little fun that this has been so far. \n\nAt home Louise has something else to sort out: "//When you meet Josie, be aware that you will both spend a year together in school. My Josie is quite different from you, Robin, but I will tolerate no bitching around -from either of you. I am telling you exactly what I told Josie, Robin, and I mean it: no comments on hair, clothes, body parts or whatnot unless it is arnest and well placed praise. I told both of you and I will enforce that rule in both cases. You will both take the bus to school and when you go elsewhere she will take my mother's old car and you will take Steve's old car. I made him clean it. You will pay your own gas, and you will pay any repairs. You do not need to get along all that great with Josie: real sisters don't always either, after all. But you will not make her life any harder nor the other way round.//" I nod. \n[>img[ballplay]]"//One more thing: boys. You can have a boyfriend, but there will be no fooling around in MY house.//" I protest, but she just sighs: "//Even if you are prude, Robin: you WILL have a boyfriend. I can guarantee THAT. You will have quite some admirers. Do what //you// want to; but do so discreetly. And IF a boy makes a homerun, make sure the ball is in the glove.//" \nHuh? Probably some baseball meteohor, I guess. My teacher once explained baseball to us: "//Of cause nothing ever happens on the field: poeple go to baseball games for the picnic, not for some guys hitting balls.//" I blush: people here LIKE baseball for whatever reason, after all.\nSo I smile and nod as if I knew what she is talking about. Other than the baseball thing it all made sense. And getting a car is great. [[Distances are vast here.|ey14]]
[>img[hitchhikers]]"//Of course I need more money than Emmily! Studying a year in an American School is not the same as backpacking it through Australia! And even if I WAS backpacking through Australia, it would not be the same! Guys come back wiser from abroad because of the many things they have been learning, gals come back wider from abroad because of the many dicks they have had in their pussies! You know what they say about chicks that backpacked through Australia: fucked for food, transport and housing equals to a dick a mile! Or do you really want to pretend you did NOT screw the male half of Australia during your tour? I really don't want to see your revolving door of a pussy, dear sister, but your hole is probably wider than most street tunnels!//"\nMy sister is not amused. Nor are our parents. \nBut ignoring the truth does not change it. Well, guess I will not get to study that year in the US partner school of my hometown grammar school. Too bad, that would have really helped getting a university placement. But then money is a little tight: tighter than my sister, in any case. She was no virgin when she left: big deal. These are the 90s and girls get laid. All o.k.: but she sent home a picture of another guy she met every day of her tour. [[And they all boinked her.|star2][$choice = 2]]
[>img[hugger]]Much as I hate to admit it: I have no chance but to keep hugging my bag: that t-shirt is ruined. Well, I got a spare white one and one of the very few gifts from my sister's Australia trip. And I am NOT going to barf on that t-shirt. \n\nNor can I wear that dirty t-shirt in public: at least hugging my bag allows me to cover the stain. \nThe t-shirt also feels disgusting, I guess, but I am pretty numb anyhow and do not feel much of anything other than my revolting intestines. \n\nWell, my balls hurt: like the time when I tried to swim in icy water. Serious shrinkage! But my cream stick does not hurt: I pull on my boxers to make more room for my jewelry. \n[[I would sort the package with swift fingers: but the stewardess might mind and I am //SO// not in the mood...|nightmare]]
I am a little sick the day of my flight: as I should have known:\n[>img[baggage]]<<if $choice is 1>>My dear sister took me to a pub crawl. I do not usually drink, especially not in public: I am not prude, but pub's are expensive. But yesterday my sister bought one round after the other. Not beer, though: cocktails. Hard hitting cocktails with any number of spezials: peppermint or brown sugar or whatnot. Cocktails are girl stuff, but one cannot complaint unless one can pick up at least half the bill. \n<<else>>My sister initated her spell yesterday, with some prayers (I guess), fasting and singing. It was quite fascinating to watch, really: but to my very surprise //SOMETHING// happened. I feel it in my bowels. I feel it very much in my bowels. But I am not really sure all went perfectly as planned. \nSo magic is real. Weird. And I am going to be a woman for a year and a day. Well, that REALLY is an exchange year. It remains... Need to got toilet NOW!!...\n<<endif>>\nWhen I arrive, I am pretty numb. I am aware that the stewardess hates me: she stares at me a lot and shies away from me when I leave the plane. Well, I tried to barf only as much as absolutely necessary; and I really tried to use the bags they keep for tourists like me. I better change my t-shirt soon: but I have only so much with me and do not want to get sick all over the expensive one...\n\nWhile I wait in line (white European with valid papers taking part in a school exchange: third fastest moving line) I realize that an airconditioned airport is a little cold when one wears a a wide t-shirt with short sleeves and shorts. And slippers with socks. The ultimate fashion sin, but my sister insisted that socks and slippers are necessary to keep the blood circulation in my legs going during the flight. Once I am through customs and a legal alien for the next year I [[hug]] my carry-on bag and run to [[my connecting flight.|ey2]]
//Dear Robin, \nif all went right you are my sister now. This is so very exiting! \n\nHave fun and learn all you can: this is a one-time experience.\n\nOnly one thing: you really should not get knocked up if you want to change back, you know. You are a healthy young woman now, and if you let a man cum inside, well: you know basice biology, don't you? \nI cannot change you back when you are pregnant, you know. That would kill the baby, and neither of us wants THAT, do you? Being a virgin is not important, by the way. This is reality, not a sex game. \n\nSince you will be a girl in America and I met quite a lot of girls from Americe, some advice and two gifts. \n\nAll American girls I met are special in two ways: \n1st) They all use quite a lot of make-up. Send me a picture of you in full battle paint if you want the remedy.\n2nd) They all... Well: you know your way around a lolly or an ice pop. That's how it is done. Enjoy, and mind your knees. \nI put a gift deeper in your luggage. Open that gift after your first lolly. My other gift swings from your chest: you always loved fat tits, didnt you?\nYour loving sister// \n[[That is like totally cool!|ey9]]
"//Dear Robin, \nYou are a pig of a brother, to be honest. And you always tell people to be honest, don't you?\nI love Ausstralia, and I am a grown woman who does as she pleases when I meet a man I fancy. So yes, I had sex in Australia. But No, I did not sleep with every male adult down under. Your insults hurt: both me and our parents. \nTherefore we decided, me and our parents, that you little pig need to be taught a lesson:\n\nAs you well know, I travelled Australia and met some "Aborigenes". You would know if you had read my letters, anyhow, instead of skimming them for men's names and telling everyone in our hometown how many men I had that week. In fact half my aquaintances are men, the other half are women. Go figure. Many of them -that is not by chance- are "shamans". That is really the wrong word, but it will suffice for your understanding. \n\nAborigine women are not always happy with men. Their men and other men who make them their women. Read that sentence again if you do not understand it. Therefore these women developed a means to punish asshole males: one needs a close relationsship that is used by the man to hurt a woman. Rapist husbands are the main fare, but an abusive brother does just fine. That asshole is given a large number of "medicine": easy since most men are bilge drinkers. At least you got a free pub crawl out of it, cheapskin! The asshole then falls into a trance, gets sick a lot and wakes up as a woman. Guess you know THAT by now, sweetie. \n\nThe -now female- asshole stays a woman for a year and a day. If she is given certain "medicine" at that point, she becomes a man again. I am told the change back even helps with certain shortcomings. Note the "IF", sister mine: IF I am pleased with your new attitude in a year I will give you that "medicine". Unless, of course you are pregnant at that time: you spoke out loudly and strongly against abortion when someone else wanted to have one, so YOU are not getting one yourself. Live chaste like you told that knocked up girl from your class. Probably somewhat difficult for you, given your big boobs and your lecherousness. The boobs are my gift, the lecherousness was yours all the time. But hey: just resist! (BTW: no girlfriend for you. You cracked too many lesbian jokes to let me give you such an easy way out). \n\nSome advice and two gifts: All American girls I met are special in two ways: \n1st) They all use quite a lot of make-up. Send me a picture of you in full battle paint if you want the remedy.\n2nd) They all... Well: you know your way around a lolly or an ice pop. That's how it is done. Enjoy, and mind your knees. \nI put a gift deeper in your luggage. Open that gift after your first lolly. My other gift swings from your chest: you always loved fat tits, didnt you?\nYour seriously insulted sister// \n[[That is like totally mean!|ey9]]
I thank my host-parents and take my new -lend- car to town (the car rent is cheap, all in all). At the dentist office the receptionist has already gone for the day. \n[>img[19]]The dentist gives me a tour, and while he walks me through his practice, his hand wanders from my shoulder down my back to my checks. I give another jolt and his large, strong hands wanders up to the small of my back: THAT's fine with me. \nAfter the tour we sit in his office and he tells me about the job. I would have to type his receptionist' notes into his commputer: "//She is a great receptionist and a wily old bird, but she hates computers. I still need my data at hand fast, and my patients expect me to keep a modern practice. So I need a trustworthy help that does the computer work. But I am not sure if you are the right person for the job: you are a little young, aren't you//?" \nI need that job. Maybe it's time to put one of Steve's lessons to work. \n<<if $shake gte 1>>- I sit very straight, thrusting that chest forward and tell him with a wink: "I think you know I come equipped -with [[all the necessary skills|ar]]: maybe I should remind you." \n- I smile and tell him that [[I am good with computers, too.|tryout]] \n\n<<else>>- I sit very straight, thrusting that chest forward and tell him with a wink: "I certainly hope to be the person you are looking for: but let me first [[thank you properly|ar]] for collecting me at the airport." \n- I smile and tell him that [[I am good with computers.|tryout]] \n<<endif>>
The next week is horrible: Kevin is very sure about where his hands may go, and he gets a little rough during play. \nHe gets mean and pushy in other ways, too: One of other gals shakes her booty at him and tells him to drop the Pole and "Go American!" instead and the bastard invites //HER// to the lake Friday afternoon. He tells me he needs a break in our relationship and "accidently" holds his bag in so that I can see a pack of [[condoms|condoms2]] inside. The Fucker. The Bitch. \nI tell him that these really look a little dated and old: Kevin claims these are new condoms. I tell a girl in school that Kevin will try ME out before the weekend and that he is carrying the condoms in his wallet already since I am not on the pill and would have to go home at once if got a big belly. I tell her how I that I will make sure that Kevin fills any and all of the condoms he carries with him. //Then// bootyshaker can try to make Kevin half as happy if he really insists in trying HER, too: the week after that [[Kevin will be back with me, no doubt.|mg]]\n[img[filled]]
I put them between the microwave and the fridge -they will start wandering around in some months- and prepare their bottles: bending over them ever again when I reach for the thermometers behind them and the pot cloth and stuff. \n\nOf course their litle hands grab at me all the time: as they have done for hours now. But when I reach for //their milkbottles// in the micro wave they reach for //my// milkbottles. By sheer chance they each grab one of my milkbags and start sucking on my teats like industrial strength pumps. \n[img[leaning over]]\nMy eyes water: of course it's not the little ones' fault, but this HURTS. My nipples grow hard and HUGE in their mouthes. but I have no milk. [[Pregnant women start having milk into their jugs, and only mothers can become wetnurses.|BM$]]
Condoms are sold in the local superstore, of course. Only if the father of a schoolgirl sees a schooldboy buy condoms... well, can't screw when someone shot your balls off, can you?\nKevin bought HIS stash during the holidays: He told me so. But back then I didn't understand what kind of "stash" he was talking about. \n\nNor is getting contraception easy for the girls in town: there is an abortion clinic with free anti-baby pills in the next city, but none of the girls at school dare go there. Some religious fools keep watching that place and call the homes of any woman who goes there. \n\nI am protected by wet-nursing: everyone knows that the female cycle shuts down during pregnancy and women can get pregnant again only after they weened their kids. Bootyshake, however, will be most ready for Kevin's love and seed next weekend: I know that from sports since all girls can go home during their period. \n[[Booty-shaker will insist in condoms.|fucked up but paid]][>img[counter]]Condoms are sold in the local superstore, of course. Only if the father of a schoolgirl sees a schooldboy buy condoms... well, can't screw when her daddy shot your balls off, can you?\nKevin bought HIS "stash" during the holidays: He told me so. Back then I didn't even understand what kind of stash he was talking about. \n\nGetting contraception is not easy for the girls in town: there is an abortion clinic with free anti-baby pills in the next city, but none of the girls at school dare go there. Some religious fools keep watching that place and call the homes of any woman who goes there. \n\nContaception is happily none of MY problems: I am protected by my wet-nursing. Everyone knows that the female cycle shuts down during pregnancy and women can get pregnant again only after they weened their kids. Bootyshake, however, will be most ready for Kevin's love and seed next weekend: I know that from sports since all girls can go home during their period. And we just learned that being horny is good for fertility: and she is waiting with no living member inside her. Plastic is not the same: I know that from my oral training. And since she will be fertile and KNOW it [[Booty-shaker will insist in condoms.|fucked up but paid]]
It started with a fight: one of the really mean ones that can only happen in families since you know each other and fell SUPER betrayed if someone hurts you. \n\nI have been dreaming of going to the USA for an exchange year since I started secondry school, and my parents had always been encouraging us to see the world: my sister went backpacking through Australia for a year between school and college, and she had their full support. But thing have not all gone smooth and there is less money for me than there was for my sister. Not a problem, I had always been thinking since both of us had inherited some money -not a fortune, but a nice little nest egg-from our grandmother. Only she had been very old (go figure) and even more old-fashioned: no inheritance before we have been legal adults for a year and a day. I will be 18 the day after I touch American soil (if all goes well), but that is too young to use that money to cover the costs. \n\nMy sister HAS just inherited the money. She could have got it earlier, but she just returned and my family is not smart about wiring money: at least I think that is what one calls sending money to other continents. I hope they do it by computer now rather than by telegraph: but I do not know whether there is a new word to use. See: I NEED that exchange year or I will keep using words that Queen Victoria would have used back in the 19th century. \n\nTherefore I need my sister to lend me the money to pay for my exchange year: she got her grande tour for free, after all. SO maybe she will not start to study with a new car and a flat but in a room and the bus ticket that every student has to buy no matter whether they us it or not. \nBut how do I make my parents and my sister understand that this is no more than just and totally necessary? \n- [[An open if harsh word is always the best way to discuss matters.|insult]]\n- [[Let's do this with grace: even if I loose my only chance to do this.|ensorcelled]]\n- [[A tanrtum is called for.|maisno]]
[<img[bbsj]]This time I get lucky and find a family who is looking for a babysitter that looks after their kids rather than a guy who wants a gal to sit on his little man. \n\nBabysitting is fun but causes a weird reaction: my lactating boobs make me so hot that I shake and I feel the urgent need to get my ...well: my loins... stuffed -and filled with a baby. \nI want to get pregnant. \n\nI shudder and think about pink elephants. \n...\nBad mistake. \n[[I never realized that "pink elephants" could be associated with erect members entering my tight tunnel...|ey17]]
[img[arrival]]\nMy host parents' dentist is collecting me from the airport on his way home from a convention: free transport! I would really have problems to find //anything// in my condition (feels liks a BAD hangover with an even worse case of the flu), but he finds me. I am not getting into any car in a foreign country, that would be dense: but who else is driving a Smart in the land of big cars, big airports: and big men? The dentist is nice and helpful, but also hugely tall. Maybe the vikings DID come here.\nHe is fine with me keeping my bag on my knees: "//This is a great car, actually: my late wife wanted one. But the trunk is too small for your luggage and mine. My late wife said that a Smart has a good figure for a woman: small trunk but able to fit the largest guy inside. No insult meant, young one, she just like her jokes. You are 18 yrs. old already, aren't you? Can't tell such jokes to a minor.//" I nod and thank him: "I don't mind a joke, sir. Just a little under the weather from the journey.\n- But if you don't mind: some small cars are like young woman. A little too tight for big men to fit." [[If he likes off-colour jokes: I know any number of THOSE...|ey4]]\n- I am sorry to hear about your wife. She seems to have had a fine sense of humour." [[Telling him his late wife was a slut to tell such jokes MIGHT not be nice.|ey4]]
[<img[wet t]]The connecting flight is even worse, but I just take a blanket -those all get dry cleaned and all, don't they?- and shiver beneath the double cover of my bag and my blanket. \n\nBut when I leave my t-shirt is like totally soaked. The steward (who left the passengers well alone: a nice guy gave me the blanket) gives me that weird look again. Well. \n\nThe toilet is closed (out of order or something), and I do not want to walk through the whole airport, so I just duck down in a corner. I keep looking for watchers, grab my towel (hitchhikers and travels always should have one, sis said) and rub myself dry: I am so numb I am not feeling anything. \n\nThen I \n\n- put on my last, Australian t-shirt: [[better ruin that one, too, than getting trouble with prude police officers.|ey3][$dressed = 1]]\n- cover myself with my bag and weasel out of the airport: the bag covers my front and [[who is interested in a guy's shoulderblades, anyway?|ey3]]
We arrive some hours later at the house of my host family. The dentist wakes me, again, -I hope I do not remember THESE dreams- and walks me to the door. "Thank you for the ride, sir." He grins. I am too tired to read him, and this is another country. Another continent. Still... "//Well, it really was my pleasure, young Robin.//" All these "sirs" were one piece of good advice from my sister. The dentist puts his arm around my shoulder in a quite familiar way and introduces me to my hostfather: "//This is our young one, Robin. And this is Dave.//" Dave nods, and the dentist squeezes my shoulder in a friendly way: "//Come see me any time you need something, Robin.//" Well, Americans ARE friendly. And tall. Dave, my host father, is another giant. Maybe this is a viking settlement. \n[img[bedroom]]\nHe leads me upstairs and shows me the rooms: "//This is your room. The furniture is from our daughter's old bedroom back from her pink phase: I hope you do not mind. You can get other sheets, of course.//" I yawn: "Sorry, sir." Dave nods: "//You look completely tired out. Go to bed and come down when you are ready. There is a bottle of water on your nightstand. See you//." [[I drop the bag on the floor, myself on the bed and sleep like a stone.|ey6]]\n
"//Little one.//" I wake up with a start. "//Sorry to wake you: but this is the last drive-trhough for quite a while. Are you hungry?//" I am. I REALLY am. I am still numb and in a dense fog, but I am not hurting any more. Other than being //hugely// hungry. I nod -then I remember: "Erh, sorry, sir: but I am broke right now. Nothing for me please." \n\nHe laughs: "//Poor little stranger! My treat: just so you know what you will get here. I will want the hotdog: that is really good and a speciality. You will get used to the mayonnaise. And something for the road...//" He looks at me: "//Did you maybe dehydrate some on the flight?//" I nod. He orders: "//...and for the young one a hotdog and two strawberry milkshakes.//" He winks at me: "//Do you want cream on your milkshake?//"\n[img[treat]]\n<<if $dressed eq 0>>- [[Yes, please.|creamedshake]]\n- [[No, thanks.|ey5]]\n<<else>>- [[Yes, please.|ey5]]\n- [[No, thanks.|ey5]]\n<<endif>>
[>img[holed]]Not good. I have touched that before. After talking the tramp out of every single piece of clothing for hours. \nThen her mom barges in, I get kicked out and the next time I manage to get my fingers back there someone else has drilled a hole into MY girl ...\n\n-no hole here, though: I am a virgin! \n\nI am a virgin and therefore ... a girl: I have tits, I have girly hands and I am fingering my virgin pussy with those girly hands. Girl. Having a pussy is the very definition of being a girl, after all. \n//I miss my long dong and my big balls!! We could rub shoulders right now!//\n\nI realize three ugly facts with my hands on my lips and the memory of my missing friends vivid in my thoughts of not my hands: \n1st) I am a virgin. \n2nd) I am alone in a foreign country. \n3rd) And I am naked. \n[[I really should to do something about fact three, or someone will do something about fact one.|ey8]]
When I wake up I like what I see. But not //WHERE// I see this. These. Whatever. \n[[I squint.|squint]] \n\nOh boy. \n\n[[I try again.|squint]] \n\nSame sight. \n<<set $you = 2; $fanny = 1>>\nI close my eyes. I opened my eyes, looked at myself and see ...tits. Fat tits. \nAnd a bush. But no dick and no balls. \n\nWell, when I look at a naked body with fat tits, I expect a bush, but no dick and no ball. Stands to reason. \nReason is good. \n\nBut for what BLODDY reason do I see tits when I look at myself?! I pinch my chest: oy! OWWW!. HANDS OFF!\n<<if $shake eq 1>> Wait! [[Does that mean...?|oops]] <<endif>>\nI look at my hands. Good hands. Nice hands. Good grip, too. My boobs hurt a litte: grabbing them too hard is no good idea, I guess. \nOnly these are not my hands. Mind, any girl could really be proud to have them: but I am not... Wait a momtent... careful... not sudden gripping or pushing.... Hair...well, of course: I shave yomyur beard, not my groin. And it still is exiting to touch //that// hair. [[Careful now, hair by hair...|ey7]] \n\n
I stare at my clothes. After a while I realize that I probably dropped them there myself. When I drank the water. I did drink the water. And I sweat much of that water. The rest of the water wants to leave my body, too. By the sanitary pipes. \nTo speak plainly: I need to piss! Urgently! I get out of the bed and head for the door, fast. Pissing into my room will not endear me to my host family, and I lack the equipment to hold the flood. \n[<img[lackofhands]]I reach for the handle. And my left boob swings free. Not much: just like fat tits wobble unless you hold them. My right charlie is covered by my right hand, but my left one is uncovered (I am still left-handed). \nCrap. Even if I cover both giants with one single hand, my bush is still in the wind. And if I cover my curls, those heavy bells will swing free. \nI run to the bath. \nNeeds must and I cover what I can. Thankfully the landing is as empty as the bathroom and I get to my seat at the last possible chance. The gates open and the flood flows. Wow. This is heavy duty pissing. No wonder that girls are so fast in the toilet. Wait -my hand snakes to my pussy: nope. Still a virgin. I sigh, and my fat tits wobble. \nI hate this. And I stink. Literally. There is a shower. And some fresh towels. I do the deed and get clean. \nNo hairs on my legs, no hairs on my arms. Just my head, armpits and groin. Add the fat tits. Some girls would kill for those. I, personally, want the old equipment back. Less wobbly and a huge erection every morning. I look around: a post-it. "//Robin, feel free to use my moisturizer if you brought none yourself. Do not use my daughter's, but DO use my moisturizer. We got a lot of sun here. Louise//"\nThere is a girly bottle of moisturizer and a large one with a generic brand. Little room for mistakes here, and putting on sunscreen is only reasonable. Moisturizer is probably the girly version of sunscreen. I cream yourself (leaving the hairy parts well alone: a brown hair is thick and covers the skin). Those fatties feel good when rubbed, but since I leave the tips alone I am not distracted too much. Maybe later... First I have to get back to my room. [[And make sense out of all this.|ey10]]
My legs close shut the moment I realize spread legs open my fanny for all comers. My knees shut like a vise. Shit! My pulses races and my fat tits wobble. Moving fast rings the bells of a naked women... \n\nShit, shit, shit. I put my flat hands on my top, my closed legs off the bed and look around: my balance is off, and I drop to the flor when I sit up too fast. Those are heavy weights! And I AM quite lean... Only my belly feels totally stuffed: as if someone ...put a fanny there. \nWell: someone did. \n[img[interieur]]\n<<if $choice eq 1>>I see my bag and grab the letter from my sister: to be opened when I am at my destination. \nFun: I thought she was speaking of this place. [[But mabe she meant...|letter2]]\n<<else>>I see my bag and grab the letter from my sister: to be opened when I am at my destination. \nFun: I thought she was speaking of this place. [[But mabe she meant...|letter1]]\n<<endif>>\n
Kevin drives for quite some time while we talk and listen to some music in the old radio. The road is spectacular, and I am happy to be there. "//That's the road to the lake: maybe we can go there another time.//" I smile and nod. Kevin keeps going and we talk about films for a while. \n\n[>img[kevinkisses]]Then Kevin asks between talking about two actors: "//Do you mind if I kiss you?//" I am not really listening and say: "No. But don't you think Richard..." \nKevin stops the car. \nI realize what I have just said, but he already has an arm around my shoulder and the other hand holds my face. He touches his nose to mine, winks with a smile and KISSES me. \n\nSoft and testing, then full closed, then open and -OH!- French. \nFrenchkissing is a great good thing and we both hugely enjoy it. \n\nAfter a moment we kiss again, then I snuggle up to Kevin and he drives us to the party. \n\nWe keep talking, and when we arrive at urban streets again, I skid over to //some// distance from Kevin. He still holds my hand, though. \n\nI know I am in love, and wonder whether I am easy: which is worse in a girl than in a boy, [[I guess|you guess][$kevin += 1]]. \n\n
Next morning I wake up without ANY pain in the ass and really enjoy the singing in church. I take another shower and feed the little dears, humming some lines very befitting a wet-nurse. Mr. Blanchart greets me, his strong hand on my shoulder: "//I thought there was some more spring in your step than usual//." His other hand spreads my cheeks. "//I see. You are laying off anal sex. A good choice, if I may say so//." His twins drink from my twins, and he takes his usual position behind me. I admit that my little hole alwas hurts a lot but feel bad about denying the poor man his only joy: "But if you want to..." "//No, no dear, I am more than fine with your choice//." I nod, bend over as I am.\n[<img[donefor]]Then he put his huge long dong with a swift, hard push into my pussy. "//Oh yes! I do so LIKE deflowering a virgin now and then! You are a most precious gift, little doxy: milk for my sons and a cherry for me! Let me do the honours//!" <<set $fanny += 1>>\nOOOOOOOOHHHHH!!!!NNNNOOOOOOO!!!! \nI cry lke a baby while his strong hands hold my hips so that his long, long dong can push in and out, in and out, in and out of my poor freshly deflowered pussy: I cry because having my cherry popped hurts. I cry -while his long, long dong pushes in and out, in and out, in and out of my deflowered pussy because he is so big and I am so tight and my pussy hurts as much as my asshole ever did. \nBut most of all I cry all the time his long, long dong pushes in and out, in and out, in and out of my deflowered pussy because I can feel how the changes wrought upon me becoming permanent: getting drilled a new tunnel is making me a girl now and forever, makes sucking dicks a profession rather than a bad dream, stops my asshole from changing back and fixes my live where it is: [[bendover and getting fucked.|bendover]]
<<if $dentist gte 1>>I manage to arrange for a dozen pregnancy tests with the dentist, even if I need to work overtime to convince him: I cry a lot while he tears my little asshole wide open once more, but I promissed to get those tests and what other payment could I offer that hugely hung man? \n<<else>>Dr. Blanchard gives me some pregnancy tests when I ask him. <<endif>>\nAnal is back with a vengeance all around in town since the dangers of pussy banging loom over those cheerleading tramps: the other girls stop putting out completely for a while, but the team HAS to be cheered...\nI am greatly enjoying the jokes and hints, too. I never go after Josie, since I do like her a little bit, but the others are fair game. They walk everyday the same way I walk when I come from the dentist's. Getting some on a daily basis no matter whether they are sick or not: they really SHOULD catch a bullet, the sluts. \nThe test will be there only next week. Which will be two weeks after the condom-fail series and the eaarliest possible time to get results no matter what. \n\nThat Sunday Dr. Blanchart makes the earth shake twice while the twins suck my teats dry. I am so shaky afterards that I drop a bowl. Mr. Blanchart is understandably angry, but instead of making me pay for the bowl he lets some lashes suffice [[and already has forgiven me when the second feeding time comes|and you get his love again]]. \n[img[pnj]]
[img[ms4]]\nI learn that once one takes the money and gets naked certain thing go without saying or asking or...\nMy friend may have a small dick, but he has quite strong hands, and his swollen little balls cum all over me face boobs and right into my asshole: and while he is short he is wide. \nWide like my poor asshole when he pulls out. \n[[At least I could get him not to pop my cherry by pretending I was menstruating.|evening after]]
Josie also looks totally fucked up when she returns from cheerleading practice, so dinner is a quite affair. The only one who is not getting any is Louise: but she wants some. "//Girls, I promissed that I would help with cleaning up after dance party at church, but I am not feeling well. You looks quite stiff, both of you: maybe you can help me out and work out that stiffness? Take Josie's car.//" Josie nods and obeys out of reflex. \n[img[louisegetsometoo]]\nWe spend rest of the evening with reversed roles: Louise gets sex while I and Josie do household chores. Well: clean up the dirty dishes of a hundred senior church members with littke help. \n\nFour hours later we are done. On the way back Josie tells me that some old geezer slipped her his phone number. With a VERY explicit offer: $20 bucks for a blowjob and $50 bucks if she brought the girl with the fat tits, too. "//I need some cash. Guess you do, too. Mom and dad will be screwing like rabbits for another hour, so we cannot go home right now anyway//." I bite my lips: $25 bucks for ten minutes work (if the geezers can get it up at all)? \n- [[I nod.|gonewhoring]] \n- [[No f.. No bloody way!|next sd]]
[<img[1234]] I make ready to show him my gratitude. \nHe reaches forward and helps me to show him my thankfulness. \n"I think these are VERY good reasons to hire me, sir!" \nI shake my girls at him and -like Steve said- he greatly enjoys the show.\n\nThat was easy, really. \nEven fun. Well: kinky. \nI grin widely at him. \n\n"//I couldn't agree more, little one: these are two very good -weighty- reasons to hire you, my dear//." \n<<set $dentist = 1>>\n\n[>img[dentistgif]]Then my plan missfires some: "//We better proceed to the oral part of the interview, little one. As we dentist are want to say: open up, please.//"\n\nToo late I remember two pieces of advice I didn't pay enough attention to: \nSteve told me: "//And be prepared for everything when you get the puppies out//." And my sister wrote: "//Well, you know your way around a lolly or an ice pop: that's how it is done.// [[Enjoy]]!" \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n \n\n
Josie takes a turn and soon I am in a discreet motel room with Josie and two elderly gentlemen who pay up front: all good. They do have erections, though: that is an unpleasant surprise. But an old lolly is a lolly, too. And this not my first lolly, (Josie probably cannot even remember her first dick: highschool jock, I guess). \n[>img[geezered]]So Josie and I get naked (the better to avoid cum stains) and get to work. I suck and Josie sucks and the geezers like it: all is well. They cum, I swallow, Josie spits (and gets bitch-slapped for that). Then Josie and I get up and turn to leave, but the old fuckers take a pill each, get hard again and poke their old dongs right into Josie's and my backdoor. Josie and I protest, but the geezers just fuck our asses. I get into the rhythm soon (it hurts less that way), but Josie is still pissed. Her mood is not getting any better when the geezer shoot their load on our backs, swallow another pill and enter our pussies. <<set $geezers = 1>>\nThis time they cum inside, the old bastards. \nJosie is about to throw a tantrum, but I kneel before my geezer (again), kiss his old dick and say: "That will be $50 for the second round and another $50 for the third round, please: each of you." Then I suck his balls. The geezers laugh at Josie and me: $40 for viagra and $25 for a hooker: whores were not that cheap when THEY were our age. I take his balls between my teeth and open my hand. I have to show that I mean it before he pays up, but he does. As does his friend when I grind my teeth some: a geezer's plea to melt another geezer's heart. Josie and I dress and leave, [[fucked up but paid]].
As a wedding gift for me Mr. Blanchart arranges for the two geezers taking a paternity test. Both come back true: Josie's baby girl was quickened by the first geezer, and her baby boy was sired by the second geezer. A rare circumstance, the judge rules in the combined paternity suits. Josie does not get any compensation -since the judge suspects her to have been paid already- but each geezer has to pay for his child. \nI and Josie finish highschool together with the five other pregnant girls. Louise looks after her grandchildren while Josie goes to college. I raise Mr. Blanchart's three children as if they were my own: one is mine, after all. \n<<if $sister is 1>>My slightly slutty sister couldn't resist: but other than during her "Fucking Australia Tour" she didn't come prepared to the wedding. This is an Exchange Year for ALL of us...\n[img[takeaway]]\n<<endif>>\nEND
[>img[reapply]]"//Well, you have to do better: that was lousy. You gag once the dick fills your mouth, and I didn't even try to deepthroat you. And you really should be able to swallow a man's load without spilling half of it on your tits.//"\nHe sighs: "//You got good tits, though, and some sense of rhythm. We could assume this went belly-up because it was your first try//." I nod. "//Ever//?" I nod. "//How sweat, little boobsy. However, you did not make me want to give you that job. Now, since you have offered a blowjob and failed to deliver, here is my counter offer: take it, and you get the job. Complete with all the necessary on the job training: computer and giving head, both//." Shit: this will not be a one time thing. This is part of the job. \n\nHe smiles: "//Now, boobsy, I guess you are a virgin//." I stare at him even wider-eyed, but he just pats me on the head: "//So: no real sex. But you need to up the ante SOME to pass this audition. So here is my question: are you ok with doing a little more than your job would normally include//?"\n\nI close my eyes, taste the smell of his cum on my tongue and feel the cum smeared on my tits. [[All this for nothing|fbjf]], or [[do another round and get the job I put out for in the first place?|oy]]
[img[firstcumshot]]\n He shakes his head. "//Guess that is was an epic fail. Sorry, but you blow as iif this was your first blowjob.//" \nI sit there and stare at him, wide-eyed. His sperm is in my mouth and on my tits: and I am not getting the job?! \n- [[I plead with him.|oyoy]]\n- [[I run away crying.|fbjf]] \n
I need money and the dentist is not my solution: \nLooks like I have to either [[apply for that babysitting job|babsitting1]], or [[go to bed hungry?|td]]
Mr.Blanchart gives me a refill, again: he pumps as much cream into my womb as his sons have sucked milk out of my boobs. At least it feels that way. Only he is filling my unsealed womb instead of my ass now! If I was not breast-feeding right now, he would have knocked me up right here and now!\nBut I am breast-feeding, so nothing bad can happen any more now my cherry is popped and my virginity lost forever. And it WAS good too: hidden beneath all the pain and the shame there was a part of me hungry for such a big dick in my tight little pussy... I do the usual chores and manage to clean up my own nethers, too, before I breastfeed the twins again. Usually I go home right after that, but this time Mr. Blanchart makes me work overtime. Not another shift. Another round. <<set $bang = 2>>\n[img[2nd round]]\nTotally fucked up and hardly able to move I watch Mr. Blanchart roll some dollar notes and put them between my boobs: when I stand up, my twins hold the cash: "//That is quite a payday for a young hooker, sweetheart: with a huge first-use bonus for your defloration. Don't let any other whore ever tell you she got more for her cherry: those of you little minxes who start whoring as a virgin rarely if ever get more than ten bucks for the pop//." Mr. Blanchart cups my face in his hands: "//Now don't make a face because I am calling you a whore, sweetheart: you just sold your cherry and you have been selling your body for weeks now. If you put out for free, you are a tramp, if you put out for money you are a whore. As of now, you are a whore. Thank you, little whore: I enjoy your work, and my twins certainly enjoy your milk. See you next Sunday//." He slaps my naked whore-ass and I go to shower [[and to cover my shame: at least my new hole.|shame]]
During the break I go to the toilet: both because I need to go (Girls!) and because //he loves me!// I re-arrange my girls. Then I go back, cuddle up with Kevin (who has got rid of the popcorn and grab the helpfully large softdrink. I hold the cup with my right and hold my collar in place with my left hand. Then I tell Kevin: "Keep everything covered, will you?" Kevin reaches out, under ...and finds joy. His and mine both. \n[img[onseat]] \nWe both breathe heavily several times during the film, and I really think Kevin wet his pants the other way, because he runs to the toilet while I bring anything to order and watch the credits. I meet Kevin at the car, wink and tell him: "Don't you DARE get out of the car at my place." Then I grin while he flushes and kiss him on the lips: "I liked it, too."\nWe hold hands on the tour back, then kiss in the car before I happily go inside (after waving after him a moment). Josie awaits me and tells me what a slut I am. I get angry for and tell her the difference between a couple making out and a cheerleader after try-out: [[twelve loads of cum inside the cunt's pussy.]]
Louise checks the results the tests: two positives where none should be. At least mine is a mistake; little comfort as that will be to Joise and Louise. I tell them that these test DO err some times and this one has...\nLouise stares at me for a moment: "//You little// IDIOT." Then she takes a volumne of the Encyclopedia Britannica and points a passage out to me: "//Breastfeeding won’t prevent pregnancy if you feed your baby anything other than breastmilk. If you breastfeed but also use formula, breastfeeding doesn't work as a birth control method for you, either. It also doesn’t work if you use a breast pump — you need to nurse your baby if you want your breastfeeding to prevent pregnancy.//"\n[img[shotdown]]\nI stare at her and read the text again: Breastfeeding does stop one's ovulation, but only if done 10 hours daily. I CAN catch a bullet. "//You are using a breast pump and you are not constantly feeding the twins. Obviously both of you have been screwing around. Great, girls:// [[you stupid pair of tramps both got yourselves knocked up.|ko]]."
Tanrtums are never called for. In my fmily raising your voice is proof of mental and moral deficiency: shout, and you will get NOTHING. \n[[We are snobs that way...|Start]]
I fall asleep after we eat, because I have a really weird dream: I am sitting in that Smart without a shirt, hugging my bag. The dentist stops in a turnoff and gets out of the car. He opens my door and whipsers into my ear: "//I asked and you said you want some cream on your milkshake, right, little one?//" I nod, and he pulls down the straps of my bag. I have fat tits -weirds dream, again- that swing in the night when he leads me to the hood of the little car. \nHe gropes my fat boobs and plays with my huge nipples. My knees buckle, my sight waters and I moan: this is GOOD!!\nI sink to the grass, and he pulls out an enormous dong -definetley a dream: he is a Viking, no Zulu! He sits on my chest and rubs that horsepenis between my big bells until he moans, too: and put LOTS of cream on my milkshake. \nI giggle: granny always called boobs "milkshake" when she saw someone with full breasts (unlike her own). Now I have a milkshake; and cream on it. Supersize me: thrice, really: huge boobs, long dong, a double load of cream...\nThe dentist pats my wet boobs. "//Thanks. You have a great pair of big ones, little one.//" He gives me some paper towels to clean up [[and a t-shirt to cover my cushions.|ey5][$shake = 1]]\n[img[ms3]]
There will be a party on Friday evening, and I get invited: everyone does. Back home Josie runs to her room and locks herself in. Louise grins a little ruefully and makes me tell her about my day in great detail. \n\n[<img[popular]]She sighs when I am finished and explains some things to me: Boys do NOT talk with every girl in school, not even in this year of school when we are all supposed to be adults already. I am obviously a hit with the guys, and Josie resents that. \nBut I should be careful: it may be a fad and fads fade fast. I may well be less popular once people are used to me. Beware of boys: I am stacked and they like that. Not that my big boobs are my only strength, I am a dear, she tells me: but since I am so ...obviously... a girl mnay boys will try quite hard to get into my breeches. Where I should really let no one. Things happen, but in hindsight highschool is too early for that. College is early enough to try the physical aspect of a relationship. Not that anyone ever listens to that advice: but take SOME care. \nThen she congratulates me for getting into the volleyball training and sees after her sulking daughter. \n\nI am very tired. After some reading and training take long, warm shower I milk myself [[and go to bed early]].
<<if $choice eq 2>>It's mother, not my sister: "//I am sorry about this, dear Robin, but your sister seems to have over-reached herself some. Your father and I agreed to her silly plan half believing it was utter nonsense or, if it was for real, that your sister knew what she was doing//." Oh, oh. "//That is not the case to the extend your father and I require to allow magic used on one of our children: even you, Robin. Make no mistake, you are NOT forgiven all the things you said and did.//" I gulp. Mom means what she says. \n"//Your sister, however, was NEITHER supposed to use means beyond her control. She is babbling a lot, but to make things snappy and keep the phone bill low //I// will tell you the essentials now: Your idiot sister entered a pact with a being called Mater Myriadon or some Australian form of said Whatever and that 'Mother of Tenthousands' changed you to HER liking. You are lactating, because mothers do that and motherhood is the name of her game. Your sister thinks that you cannot get pregnant while you are wet-nursing: which I personally find disgusting, by the way. \n[>img[can]]If you get knocked up, however, because you stopped wet-nursing for whatever reason, you cannot be changed back. \n\nAs a personal bynote: don't come back with a swollen belly, daughter mine. Stay there and get lost if you stupid enough to catch a bullet. Now be good or smart, don't be your beloved self and maybe we will meet again. One more thing: these calls are too expensive. Unless something important -something good- happes, we will see you again soon enough. Write if you feel lonely//." \n\nAfter she hangs up I sit there for a moment: Pact? Catch a bullet? \nOh -oy. I thing I know exactly what "catching a bullet" means: [[and REALLY don't want that!|em11]]...\n<<else>>It's mother, not my sister: "//I am sorry about this, dear Robin, but your sister seems to have over-reached herself some. Your father and I agreed to her silly plan half believing it was utter nonsense or, if it was for real, that your sister knew what she was doing//." Oh, oh. "//That is not the case to the extend your father and I require to allow magic used on one of our children.//" I gulp. \n"//Your sister was NOT supposed to use means beyond her control. She is babbling a lot, but to make things snappy //I// will tell you the essentials now: Your sister entered a pact with a being called Mater Myriadon or some Australian form of said Whatever and that 'Mother of Tenthousands' changed you to HER liking. You are lactating, because mothers do that and motherhood is the name of her game. Your sister thinks that you cannot get pregnant while you are wet-nursing: which I personally find offsetting, by the way. \n[>img[can]]If you get knocked up, however, because you stopped wet-nursing for for whatever other reason, you cannot be changed back. Be good or smart, please. \nOne more thing: these calls are too expensive. Unless something important -something good- happes, we will see you again soon enough. Write if you feel lonely//." \nAfter she hangs up I sit there for a moment: Pact? Catch a bullet? \nOh -oy. I thing I know exactly what "catching a bullet" means: [[and REALLY don't want that!|em11]]...\n<<endif>>\n
[<img[tp]]I also get the impression that being caught with a tanned dick in her pale pussy is a girl's social death no matter what they tell about overcoming racism. \n\nWell, the pale boys are all two fingers or more smaller than the tanned ones. But skin tone is not all: everyone here pretends to be friends, but Lara (with the very hung cousin) is sleeping on her own, seperated mattress, and I... well: one the girls starts to tell a Pole joke, and the others all look at me and hush her up. That's when I finally get the joke. \n\nIt's somewhat ironic: Poles don't even LIKE my people, but here I am counted as one. Not to my advantage, I guess. Lara is one of those who hush up the joker, so I am ranking... last. Below the tanned people and those who eat spicy food and below the people with the martial arts films. That's new. I never was any proud about my nation (not done at home anymore), but ranking lowest on the totem pole (so to speak) is a new experience for me. Guess my fat tits don't help with that: even Lara, who is no beanstalk, has MUCH less [[in the ways of boobs.|further content]]\n
Louise catches me before breakfast: quite literally. Everyone is taller than me now, and everyone likes touching me. At least Louise is not so much handling me as hugging me. "//Mr. Blanchart called yesterday evening and explained about the freezer and your ...pecularity. There is really nothing bad about having milk, dear: it's only you are somewhat young.//" She palms my face, then grins, winks and adds: "//You are also too small, but I guess THAT cannot be helped, little one.//" I smile back at her to signal that I understand the joke and she holds me for a moment. \n\nBeing hugged in a good way helps a lot. \nThe boys are quite nice to me today: that helps, too. \n\n[<img[calling]]That evening my family calls. Oversea calls are hideously expensive, and I am two hours earlier in the day than they are in the night (five o'clock here is 7 o'clock there: only in the morning and not in the afternoon): so there will be only weekly call if at all. No one back home is surprised when Louise connects to "//your daughter Robin//": after all, they are all in the know. \n\n<<if $choice eq 1>>Still, there is one question I have to ask my sister (in private: Americans are WAY better with foreign languages than one gives them credit for): "Why do I have milk in my bags?" "//Are you pregnant//?" "Not unless you made it so." \n\nSilence. Never good when one asks a questin about an experiment done on one. \n\n"//I will do some research. Try not to get pregnant in the meantime.//"\n[[Now this is like totally NOT calming.|em]]\n<<else>>Still, there is one question I have to ask my sister (in private: Americans are WAY better with foreign languages than one gives them credit for): "Why do I have milk in my bags, bitch?" "//Are you pregnant//?" "Not unless you made it so, weirdo."\n\nMatters becme a little agitated when she reminds me that turning me back (or not) is her decision and I tell her that burning a witch is supposed to help against magic. My real mother intervenes at that point: burning witches is illegal these days, [[but my sister WILL find out about my lactating.|em]] \n<<endif>>\n\n\n
Work is in progress, but you can play the end [[here|Tomorrow]].
"I want you to take part in an experiment. I am a student, you see, and I need to do some experiments for my studies." He winks and shows me an ID: he is studying at the UCSantiago. \n\n- [[Ok.|easy]]\n- [[What experiment?|skg]]
[>img[popcorn]]At the cinema we keep my blouse closed: but I do not button up again: somehow that would feel wrong. Kevin buys a drink with two straws and some popcorn, and we take our seats. They have those double seats that boys just //love//, but with a calming sense of fairness I follow Kevin to our double seat: I would have wanted such a seat in his place, too, and Kevin didn't ask for any special seating. Probably young couples are automatically seated here. \nThe trailers are fun, and kissing and being kissed during the adds is wonderful. Kevin puts his arm around my shoulder and we cuddle during the film, head to head with that huge soft drink and the popcorn on our laps. The film is not bad, but Kevin is: his second hand keeps wandering. I am not doing a public show! I lean to him and say: "No!" in a very clear voice. Kevin tell me he is sorry and rearranges my blouse. I tell him to hold the popcorn and close //some// buttons. \nEvil Kevin. \nI really should button back up completely. But then he //is// contrite and tells me he is sorry. AND he looks me in the eye and tells me that he loves me: that makes my knees tremlbe and those butterflies dance like mad. [[Those eyes are deadly.]] \n\n\n
I stare at my fat tits.\n\nThey look exactly like those in my dream ...without the sperm. \n\nThey feel like those in my dream ... if a little raw... groped?\n\nI squint around.\n<<set $shake = 2>>\nShit. A white t-shirt with a logo: "Dentist Convention LA". \n\nI gulp: [[What if that dream was... real?|ey6]]
He pats my head: "//I am sure of that. But do you have the right mindset for the job, little Robin? I need you to show some more ...enthusiasm... for the job.//"\n[img[thfn]]\nHe pulls my t-shirt up my back and opens my bra. "//How much do you want this job, little Robin?//"\n\n- [[Very much.|ar]]\n- [[Not THAT much.|fbjf]]