Academy of Fetishes

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With this Fetish Picker, you can prevent some of the more controversial fetishes from appearing in the game. But before you use it, know this: <ul>\ <li>There are a lot more fetishes in the game than on the Fetish Picker list (<a href="https://www.patreon.com/AcademyOfFetishes" target="_blank" onclick="ga('send', 'event', 'visit-patreon', 'fetish-picker')">For a full fetish list, scroll to the bottom of my Patreon's about page.</a>).</li> <li>You should leave them to "Yes" if you can stomach the fetish because:</li>\ <ul>\ <li>You will almost always be warned before you go into one of these fetishes and have a choice to avoid it.</li> <li>You may miss some story if you turn it off.</li> <li>You can always skip a scene you don't like.</li>\ </ul>\ </ul>\ <label><<checkbox "$fp_anal_fisting" false true checked>> Anal fisting</label> <label><<checkbox "$fp_prolapse" false true checked>> Anal prolapse</label> <label><<checkbox "$fp_armpit" false true checked>> Armpit fetish</label> <label><<checkbox "$fp_breast_torture" false true checked>> Breast torture</label> <label><<checkbox "$fp_cbt" false true checked>> Cock and ball torture</label> <label><<checkbox "$fp_diaper" false true checked>> Diapers</label> <label><<checkbox "$fp_enema" false true checked>> Enemas</label> <label><<checkbox "$fp_farting" false true checked>> Farting/Queefs</label> <label><<checkbox "$fp_feet" false true checked>> Foot Fetish</label> <label><<checkbox "$fp_lactation" false true checked>> Lactation</label> <label><<checkbox "$fp_mom" false true checked>> Mother/Daughter</label> <label><<checkbox "$fp_needles" false true checked>> Needles</label> <label><<checkbox "$fp_nipple" false true checked>> Nipple torture</label> <label><<checkbox "$fp_painal" false true checked>> Painal (painful anal)</label> <label><<checkbox "$fp_puffy_anus" false true checked>> Puffy/Rosebutt Anuses</label> <label><<checkbox "$fp_scat" false true checked>> Scat</label> <label><<checkbox "$fp_sleep" false true checked>> Sleep fetish</label> <label><<checkbox "$fp_snot" false true checked>> Snot</label> <label><<checkbox "$fp_spit" false true checked>> Spit</label> <label><<checkbox "$fp_trans" false true checked>> Trans girls</label> <label><<checkbox "$fp_twin" false true checked>> Twincest</label> <label><<checkbox "$fp_peehole" false true checked>> Urethra (pee hole) play</label> <label><<checkbox "$fp_vaginal_fisting" false true checked>> Vaginal fisting</label> <label><<checkbox "$fp_vomit" false true checked>> Vomit</label> <label><<checkbox "$fp_pee" false true checked>> Watersports (pee)</label> [["Create your character"->CreateYourCharacter]]

<<script>> var nonInteractive = 0; if (window.pageviewSent) { nonInteractive = 1; pageviewSent = false; } ga('send', { 'hitType': 'pageview', 'page': '/' + State.passage, 'title': State.passage, 'nonInteraction': nonInteractive }); $(".passage").append("<span class='passage-finished-rendering' style='display: none'>finished-rendering</span>"); <</script>>

<<script>> $(".passage .passage-finished-rendering").remove(); <</script>>

<<if passage() !== "Yearbook" && passage() !== "CharacterData">>[[Yearbook]]<</if>> <<if !tags().includes("noskip")>><<link "Skip Scene">> <<script>> Dialog.setup(); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("SkipSceneDialog").processText()); Dialog.open({top: 300}); <</script>> <</link>> <</if>> <<if $images_seen.length > 1>> [[Gallery]] <</if>> [[Credits]]

! Author, Game Designer, and Programmer: !! Academy of Fetishes (yep, same name as the game) If you're interested in the latest news or you'd like to show your support, please check out <a href="https://www.patreon.com/AcademyOfFetishes" target="_blank" onclick="ga('send', 'event', 'visit-patreon', 'credits')">my Patreon</a> :) ! Artist !! FlowerDaddy If you'd like to see more art by FlowerDaddy, see their <a href="https://flowerdaddy.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">Tumblr</a>, <a href="https://www.hentai-foundry.com/pictures/user/FlowerDaddy" target="_blank">Hentai Foundry</a>, and <a href="https://www.furaffinity.net/user/flowerdaddy/" target="_blank">Fur Affinity</a> accounts! <<back>>

Immediately skip this scene and go back to your office? <<button "Yes" Office>>\ <<script>> ga('send', 'event', 'passage', 'skipped', State.passage, { 'dimension1': State.passage, 'metric2': 1 }); Dialog.close(); <</script>>\ <</button>>\ <<print " ">>\ <<button "No">>\ <<run Dialog.close()>>\ <</button>>

<<script>> var patreonConversion = function() { return ga('send', 'event', 'visit-patreon', 'sidebar-image', State.passage); } $('<a href="https://www.patreon.com/AcademyOfFetishes" target="_blank"><img src="images/patreon-medium-button.png" title="Support Academy of Fetishes"/></a>').bind("click", patreonConversion).appendTo("#story-author"); <</script>>

<<widget Ms>><<nobr>> <<if $mc_gender === "male">>Mr.\ <<elseif $mc_gender === "female">>Ms.\ <<else>>Principal\ <</if>> <</nobr>><</widget>>\

<<widget Maam>><<nobr>> <<if $mc_gender === "male">>Sir\ <<elseif $mc_gender === "female">>Ma'am\ <<else>>Principal\ <</if>> <</nobr>><</widget>>\

<<widget maam>><<nobr>> <<if $mc_gender === "male">>sir\ <<elseif $mc_gender === "female">>ma'am\ <<else>>Principal\ <</if>> <</nobr>><</widget>>\

<<widget Her>><<nobr>> <<if $mc_gender === "male">>His\ <<elseif $mc_gender === "female">>Her\ <<else>>Their\ <</if>> <</nobr>><</widget>>\

<<widget herthem>><<nobr>> <<if $mc_gender === "male">>him\ <<elseif $mc_gender === "female">>her\ <<else>>them\ <</if>> <</nobr>><</widget>>\

<<widget her>><<nobr>> <<if $mc_gender === "male">>his\ <<elseif $mc_gender === "female">>her\ <<else>>their\ <</if>> <</nobr>><</widget>>\

<<widget She>><<nobr>> <<if $mc_gender === "male">>He\ <<elseif $mc_gender === "female">>She\ <<else>>They\ <</if>> <</nobr>><</widget>>\

<<widget she>><<nobr>> <<if $mc_gender === "male">>he\ <<elseif $mc_gender === "female">>she\ <<else>>they\ <</if>> <</nobr>><</widget>>\

<<widget shestheyre>><<nobr>> <<if $mc_gender === "male">>he's\ <<elseif $mc_gender === "female">>she's\ <<else>>they're\ <</if>> <</nobr>><</widget>>\

<<widget purse>><<nobr>> <<if $mc_gender === "male">>briefcase\ <<elseif $mc_gender === "female">>purse\ <<else>>briefcase\ <</if>> <</nobr>><</widget>>\

<<widget 'img'>><<nobr>> <<run $images_seen.push($args[0])>> <<if settings.showImages>> [img["images/" + $args[0]]] <<else>> //Hidden Image. Change your settings to view.// <</if>> <</nobr>><</widget>>\

<<widget onetimelink>>\ <<if !hasVisited($args[1])>>\ <<link $args[0] $args[1]>><</link>> <</if>><</widget>>\

<<set $hide_camera_links to false>>\ <<include "ProcessNewYearbookDetails">>\ <<if $hucow and (not $finished_hucow_transformation) and $visit_hucow_scene_in_x_office_visits lte 0 and (not $pause_hucow_scenes)>>\ <<set $hide_camera_links to true>>\ <<goto "NextHucowOfficeScene">>\ <<else>>\ <<nobr>> <<set $office_visit_count++>> <<set $visit_hucow_scene_in_x_office_visits -= 1>> <<if not $fp_feet>> <<set $finished_foot_measure to true>> <</if>> <</nobr>>You decide to stroll around your school to ensure things are living up to the Anonymous Benefactor's standards. What do you want to do? <<include "IntroWeek">>\ <<if $week >= 2>>\ <<include "TransferStudentWeek">>\ <</if>>\ <<if $week >= 3>>\ <<include "SwimmingWeek">>\ <</if>>\ <<if $week >= 4>>\ <<include "EngineeringWeek">>\ <</if>>\ <<if $week >= 5>>\ <<include "BioChemWeek">>\ <</if>>\ <<if $week >= 6>>\ <<include "HolyWeek">>\ <</if>>\ <<if $week >= 7>>\ <<include "FarmWeek">>\ <</if>>\ <<if $week >= 8>>\ <<include "FutureWeek">>\ <</if>>\ <<include "MiscWeek">>\ <<include "CameraScene">>\ <</if>>\

<<script>> variables().browser_path = window.location.href; <</script>> /* Jump to scenes */ <<if $browser_path.includes("?Aphrodisiac")>> <<run setup.testPassage("Aphrodisiac")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?HucowLactation")>> <<run setup.testPassage("HucowLactation")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?FutanariInspection")>> <<run setup.testPassage("FutanariInspection")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?MassageTherapy")>> <<run setup.testPassage("MassageTherapy")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?SelfSketch")>> <<run setup.testPassage("SelfSketch")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?PhotoRibbon")>> <<run setup.testPassage("SelfPhotoRibbonAndScissors")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?UniformBreastInspectionRuler")>> <<run setup.testPassage("UniformBreastInspectionRuler")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?UniformBreastInspection")>> <<run setup.testPassage("UniformBreastInspection")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?Photo")>> <<run setup.testPassage("SelfPhoto")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?DrinkingFountain")>> <<run setup.testPassage("DrinkingFountain")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?FutaPaintingFishy")>> <<run setup.testPassage("FutaPainting5")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?FutaPainting")>> <<run setup.testPassage("FutaPainting")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?ScavengerHunt")>> <<run setup.testPassage("ScavengerHunt")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?SDDormMom")>> <<run setup.testPassage("SDDormMom")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?SDDormTwins")>> <<run setup.testPassage("SDDormTwins")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?SDDormRomantic")>> <<run setup.testPassage("SDDormRomantic")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?SDDormSleep")>> <<run setup.testPassage("SDDormSleep")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?SDDormLuna")>> <<run setup.testPassage("SDDormLuna")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?SDDorm")>> <<run setup.testPassage("SDDormStart")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?SDBathroom")>> <<run setup.testPassage("SDBathroom")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?SDCafeteria")>> <<run setup.testPassage("SDCafeteria")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?SDHall")>> <<run setup.testPassage("SDHall")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?SD")>> <<run setup.testPassage("SD")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?Start")>> <<run setup.testPassage("Start")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?FistAfterSurvey")>> <<run setup.testPassage("FistingOlivia4")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?Fisting")>> <<run setup.testPassage("FistingOlivia")>> <<else>> <<set _search_result to $browser_path.includes('passageName=')>> <<if _search_result>> <<run setup.testPassage($browser_path.match('passageName=([A-Za-z0-9_]+)')[1])>> <</if>> <</if>> <<include "YearbookInit">> <<set $office_visit_count to 0>> <<set $character_name to "">> <<set $name to "Shepard">> <<set $week to 1>> <<set $images_seen to []>> <<set $has_revealing_pe_outfits to false>> <<set $casey_pantiless to false>> <<set $has_twins_paired to false>> <<set $wet_imprint to false>> <<set $ribbon_around_panties to false>> <<set $mia_scavenger_dirty_fingers to false>> <<set $massage_therapy_incest to false>> <<set $jessie_hard_breast_torture to false>> <<set $tortured_jessies_breast to false>> /* Inventory */ <<set $has_futa_semen_jar to false>> <<set $has_ruler to false>> <<set $has_casey_labia_photo to false>> <<set $has_ribbons_and_scissors to false>> /* intro week */ <<set $finished_self_photo to false>> <<set $finished_scavenger_hunt to false>> <<set $finished_uniform_breast_inspection to false>> <<set $finished_futanari_inspection to false>> <<set $finished_self_sketch to false>> <<set $finished_massage_therapy to false>> <<set $finished_foot_measure to false>> <<set $finished_drinking_fountain to false>> <<set $finished_futa_painting to false>> /* Futa inspection */ <<set $futa_inspection_check_minimum_sensitivity to true>> <<set $futa_inspection_scrotum_sensitivity to true>> <<set $futa_inspection_anus_sensitivity to true>> <<set $futa_inspection_anus_all_senses to true>> <<set $futa_inspection_blue_balls to false>> <<set $futa_inspection_ruined_orgasms to true>> /* Futa painting */ <<set $futa_painting_uncircumcised to false>> <<set $futa_painting_sounding to false>> <<set $finished_futa_painting_balls to false>> <<set $finished_futa_painting_shaft to false>> <<set $finished_futa_painting_head to false>> <<set $finished_futa_painting_foreskin to false>> <<set $finished_futa_painting_taint to false>> <<set $you_paint_futa_colors to ["error"]>> <<set $you_paint_futa_current_color to "">> <<set $you_paint_futa_painting_description to "">> <<set $you_paint_futa_painting_arousal to 0>> <<set $luna_twins to false>> <<set $luna_amy to false>> <<set $luna_soft to false>> /* Camera */ <<set $camerasSetup to false>> <<set $cameraPassagePool to []>> <<set $hide_camera_links to false>> <<set $finished_face_painting to false>> /* Transfer Students */ <<set $has_mothers to false>> <<set $has_futa_students to false>> <<set $has_fbb_students to false>> <<set $finished_daughters_shave_mothers to false>> /* Swimming */ <<set $finished_new_swimsuits to false>> <<set $finished_kira_forced_feeding to false>> <<set $kira_force_feeding to false>> <<set $kira_vomited to false>> <<set $hickey_bruise to false>> <<set $finished_swimsuits_beth to false>> <<set $finished_swimsuits_trans to false>> /* Engineering */ <<set $has_metal_easels to false>> <<set $has_sensory_deprivation to false>> <<set $finished_anna_in_office to false>> <<set $anna_pursues_hannah to false>> <<set $finished_ms_waterloo_lucy_orgasm to false>> /* Daughters shave Mothers */ <<set $finished_DaughtersShaveMothersShaveSarahClaire to false>> <<set $finished_DaughtersShaveMothersShaveMiaYuki to false>> <<set $finished_DaughtersShaveMothersShaveHannahAnna to false>> <<set $finished_DaughtersShaveMothersShaveKiraEva to false>> /* SD */ <<set $finished_sd_bathroom to false>> <<set $finished_sd_halls to false>> <<set $finished_sd_cafeteria to false>> <<set $finished_sd_cafeteria_trans to false>> <<set $finished_sd_cafeteria_moms to false>> <<set $luna_pinky to false>> <<set $sd_mom_horny to false>> <<set $sd_mom_soup_orgasm to false>> <<set $olivia_likes_mia to false>> <<set $olivia_hates_mia_again to false>> <<set $finished_sd_dorm to false>> <<set $amy_trusts_luna to false>> <<set $finished_sd_olivia_sleep to false>> <<set $finished_sd_luna_dorm to false>> <<set $finished_sd_dorm_twins to false>> <<set $sd_dorm_twin_kidnap to false>> <<set $finished_sd_dorm_mom to false>> <<set $finished_sd_dorm_romantic to false>> /* BioChem */ <<set $has_aphrodisiac to false>> <<set $hucow to false>> <<set $visit_hucow_scene_in_x_office_visits to 0>> <<set $school_knows_jessie_lactates to false>> <<set $finished_hucow_transformation to false>> <<set $finished_lactation to false>> <<set $finished_hucow_puffies to false>> <<set $finished_hucow_sex to false>> <<set $aphro_mia_end_early to false>> <<set $finished_aphrodiasiac to false>> <<set $finished_fisting_olivia to false>> <<set $finished_olivia_classroom_diaper_mess to false>> <<set $jessie_took_aphrodisiac to false>> <<set $hucow_pills_given to 0>> <<set $hucow_continue_pills_after_sex to true>> <<set $pause_hucow_scenes to false>> <<set $mia_likes_olivias_gape to false>> <<set $finished_ab_inside_school to false>> /* Fisting Olivia */ <<set $fo_vagina to "placebo">> <<set $fo_ass to "placebo">> <<set $fo_full_enema to true>> <<set $fo_tube_thick to true>> <<set $fo_relaxant_cervix to false>> <<set $fo_relaxant_urethra to false>> <<set $fo_saw_anal to false>> <<set $finished_olivia_checkup_diaper to false>> <<set $finished_olivia_checkup to false>> /* Olivia Diaper Checkup */ <<set $odc_gagged to false>> <<set $odc_legs_tied to false>> <<set $odc_tickled to false>> <<set $odc_ball_gag to false>> <<set $odc_oring_gag to false>> <<set $odc_dildo_gag to false>> <<set $odc_feel_wetness to false>> <<set $odc_untape_diaper to false>> <<set $odc_check_poop to false>> <<set $odc_feed_scat to false>> <<set $odc_continue to false>> <<set $analytics to true>> <<if $browser_path.includes("test.html")>> <<set $analytics to false>> <</if>> /* Main Character Defaults */ <<set $mc_gender to "male">> <<set $mc_breasts to false>> <<set $mc_crotch to "penis">> /* Chastity week / Holy Week */ <<set $chastity to true>> <<set $cd_spread to true>> <<set $cd_female_estim to true>> <<set $cd_urine_enema to true>> <<set $cd_female_anal to true>> <<set $cd_spikes to true>> <<set $cd_trans_stretch to true>> <<set $cd_trans_estim to true>> <<set $cd_trans_anal to true>> <<set $finished_ab_chase to false>> <<set $finished_end_holy_week to false>> <<set $finished_hannah_anna_face_sitting to false>> <<set $finished_luna_fucks_herself to false>> <<set $finished_kiss_class to false>> <<set $finished_erotic_asmr to false>> <<set $finished_aphrodisiac_perfume to false>> <<set $finished_visit_amy_chastity to false>> <<set $finished_chastity_glory_hole to false>> <<set $finished_casey_force_fed_scat to false>> <<set $finished_relay_race to false>> <<set $finished_jessie_uses_hall_pass to false>> <<set $finished_forced_pe_blowjobs to false>> <<set $finished_forced_pe_blowjobs_luna_olivia to false>> <<set $finished_forced_pe_blowjobs_bailey_amy to false>> <<set $finished_forced_pe_blowjobs_tiffany_fifa to false>> <<set $finished_forced_pe_blowjobs_lucy_mia to false>> <<set $finished_gloryhole_loser to false>> <<set $cd_olivia_orifice_vagina to false>> <<set $forced_pe_blowjobs_loser to "">> <<set $cd_scat to "soft">> <<set $cd_gloryhole_vagina to false>> <<set $finished_chastity_end_casey to false>> <<set $finished_chastity_end_amy to false>> <<set $finished_chastity_end_olivia to false>> <<set $finished_chastity_bathroom_break to false>> /* Farm week */ <<set $milk_machine_trial_run to false>> <<set $finished_mia_watersports_bj to false>> <<set $finished_barn_tour to false>> <<set $finished_jessie_milk_machine to false>> <<set $jessie_milk_machine_end_early to false>> <<set $jessie_can_be_milked to false>> <<set $ponygirl to true>> <<set $finished_ponygirl_pe to false>> <<set $finished_milking_table to false>> <<set $milking_table_mothers to false>> <<set $milking_table_trans to false>> <<set $milking_table_teachers to false>> <<set $finished_futa_reveal to false>> <<set $trans_girls_can_be_milked to false>> <<set $finished_trans_milk_machines to false>> <<set $bailey_can_be_milked to false>> <<set $mc_bailey_feather to true>> <<set $fifa_edging_machine to false>> <<set $tiffany_edging_machine to false>> <<set $lucy_vibrating_machine to false>> <<set $lucy_anal_enema to true>> <<set $finished_costume_show_setup to false>> <<set $costume_show_allowed to true>> <<set $finished_costume_show to false>> <<set $fs_bondage to true>> <<set $fs_piercings to true>> <<set $fs_watersports to true>> <<set $fs_scat to true>> <<set $fs_religious to true>> <<set $finished_cs_cowgirl to false>> <<set $finished_cs_nun to false>> <<set $finished_cs_piercings to false>> <<set $finished_cs_twins_bondage to false>> <<set $finished_cs_kitty to false>> <<set $finished_cs_flower to false>> <<set $finished_skimpy_swimsuits to false>> <<set $finished_kira_cafeteria_scat to false>> <<set $you_shit_for_kira to false>> /* Future week */ <<set $finished_dog_rimjob to false>> <<set $drj_mia to false>> <<set $drj_anal to false>> <<set $finished_casual_outfits to false>> <<set $finished_find_camera to false>> <<set $finished_plan_birthday_party to false>> <<set $finished_olivia_horse to false>> <<set $finished_trantric_massage to false>> <<set $bp_first to "Mia">> <<set $bp_o_painal to true>> <<set $bp_b_painal to true>> <<set $bp_m_laps to false>> <<set $bp_m_lay to false>> <<set $finished_figuring_luna to false>> /* Fetish Picker Defaults */ <<set $fp_trans to true>> <<set $fp_mom to true>> <<set $fp_twin to true>> <<set $fp_nipple to true>> <<set $fp_breast_torture to true>> <<set $fp_painal to true>> <<set $fp_vaginal_fisting to true>> <<set $fp_anal_fisting to true>> <<set $fp_lactation to true>> <<set $fp_puffy_anus to true>> <<set $fp_farting to true>> <<set $fp_pee to true>> <<set $fp_peehole to true>> <<set $fp_sleep to true>> <<set $fp_armpit to true>> <<set $fp_spit to true>> <<set $fp_cbt to true>> <<set $fp_feet to true>> <<set $fp_diaper to true>> <<set $fp_enema to true>> <<set $fp_scat to true>> <<set $fp_vomit to true>> <<set $fp_snot to true>> <<set $fp_needles to true>> /* Variables from URL */ <<set _search_result to $browser_path.includes('has_aphrodisiac=true')>> <<if _search_result>> <<set $has_aphrodisiac to true>> <</if>> <<set _search_result to $browser_path.includes('week=')>> <<if _search_result>> <<set $week_string to $browser_path.match('week=([0-9]+)')[1]>> <<set $week to parseInt($week_string)>> <</if>> <<set _search_result to $browser_path.includes('has_futa=true')>> <<if _search_result>> <<set $has_futa_students to true>> <</if>> <<set _search_result to $browser_path.includes('has_futa=false')>> <<if _search_result>> <<set $has_futa_students to false>> <<set $fp_trans to false>> <</if>> <<set _search_result to $browser_path.includes('has_mothers=true')>> <<if _search_result>> <<set $has_mothers to true>> <</if>> <<set _search_result to $browser_path.includes('has_mothers=false')>> <<if _search_result>> <<set $fp_mom to false>> <<set $has_mothers to false>> <</if>> <<set _search_result to $browser_path.includes('olivia_likes_mia=true')>> <<if _search_result>> <<set $olivia_likes_mia to true>> <</if>> <<set _search_result to $browser_path.includes('hucow=true')>> <<if _search_result>> <<set $hucow to true>> <</if>> <<set _search_result to $browser_path.includes('sd_mom_horny=true')>> <<if _search_result>> <<set $sd_mom_horny to true>> <</if>> <<set _search_result to $browser_path.includes('amy_trusts_luna=true')>> <<if _search_result>> <<set $amy_trusts_luna to true>> <</if>> <<set _search_result to $browser_path.includes('fo_vagina=')>> <<if _search_result>> <<set $fo_vagina to $browser_path.match('fo_vagina=([A-Za-z0-9_]+)')[1]>> <</if>> <<set _search_result to $browser_path.includes('fo_ass=')>> <<if _search_result>> <<set $fo_ass to $browser_path.match('fo_ass=([A-Za-z0-9_]+)')[1]>> <</if>> <<set _search_result to $browser_path.includes('mc_female=true')>> <<if _search_result>> <<set $mc_breasts to true>><<set $mc_crotch to "vagina">><<set $mc_gender to "female">> <</if>> <<set _search_result to $browser_path.includes('mc_futa=true')>> <<if _search_result>> <<set $mc_breasts to true>><<set $mc_crotch to "both">><<set $mc_gender to "female">> <</if>> <<set _search_result to $browser_path.includes('mc_enby=true')>> <<if _search_result>> <<set $mc_gender to "enby">> <</if>> <<set _search_result to $browser_path.includes('anna_pursues_hannah=true')>> <<if _search_result>> <<set $anna_pursues_hannah to true>> <</if>> <<set _search_result to $browser_path.includes('gloryHoleLoser=Lucy')>> <<if _search_result>> <<set $forced_pe_blowjobs_loser to "Lucy">> <</if>> <<set _search_result to $browser_path.includes('gloryHoleLoser=Bailey')>> <<if _search_result>> <<set $forced_pe_blowjobs_loser to "Bailey">> <</if>> <<set _search_result to $browser_path.includes('gloryHoleLoser=Luna')>> <<if _search_result>> <<set $forced_pe_blowjobs_loser to "Luna">> <</if>> <<set _search_result to $browser_path.includes('gloryHoleLoser=Tiffany')>> <<if _search_result>> <<set $forced_pe_blowjobs_loser to "Tiffany">> <</if>> <<set _search_result to $browser_path.includes('jessie_hucow=true')>> <<if _search_result>> <<set $finished_hucow_transformation to false>> <<set $hucow to true>> <</if>> <<set _search_result to $browser_path.includes('jessie_hucow=false')>> <<if _search_result>> <<set $finished_hucow_transformation to true>> <<set $hucow to false>> <</if>> <<set _search_result to $browser_path.includes('fo_saw_anal=true')>> <<if _search_result>> <<set $fo_saw_anal to true>> <</if>> <<set _search_result to $browser_path.includes('chastity=true')>> <<if _search_result>> <<set $chastity to true>> <</if>> <<set _search_result to $browser_path.includes('chastity=false')>> <<if _search_result>> <<set $chastity to false>> <</if>> <<set _search_result to $browser_path.includes('kira_vomited=true')>> <<if _search_result>> <<set $kira_vomited to true>> <</if>>

<<include "ProcessNewYearbookDetails">>\ Thanks for playing! Unfortunately, you've reached the end of the game :( But, if you play through again and take different paths, you might find some additional scenes. If you're a $5 pledge, you can use the list of cheats to skip right to whatever you missed! I really hope you enjoyed the game! If you want to follow the updates or show your support, visit my Patreon page here: <a href="https://www.patreon.com/AcademyOfFetishes" target="_blank" onclick="ga('send', 'event', 'visit-patreon', 'whats-next')">Academy of Fetishes Patreon Page</a> If you want to chat with me and other fans about the game or trade some porn, we have an official discord: https://discord.gg/rzCW2Qq I'm currently working on my next game called Monster Girl Farmer. It's going to be a completely different kind of game, but with some of the same characters you know and love from this game. It'll be like a restaurant sim but with a farm theme. If the idea of owning a farm full of sexy monster girls sounds appealing, you're going to enjoy this game! Keep an eye out for news of it on my Patreon/Discord. <<if $cameraPassagePool.length gt 0>>\ Oh hey! It looks like there are some camera scenes you haven't seen yet. <<include "RandomPassageLink">>\ <</if>> <<include "MiscWeek">>\ ! Please answer this anonymous survey <iframe src="https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLScC62_i1KX-XwwRCOPrgF28a9TJxgs9LH0qM0rESLAhjZVLxA/viewform?embedded=true" width="640" height="1000" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0">Loading...</iframe> <<script>> ga('send', 'event', 'game', 'completed'); <</script>>

! Yearbook !! Teachers <<set _teacherNames to setup.getTeacherNames()>>\ <<for _i to 0; _i lt _teacherNames.length; _i++>> <<set _name to _teacherNames[_i]>> \<<set _seen to !setup.isNewYearbookEntriesFor(_name)>> \<<charDetailsButton _name _seen>> \<</for>><<if _teacherNames.length eq 0>>//Empty, for now//<</if>> !! Students <<set _studentNames to setup.getStudentNames()>>\ <<for _i to 0; _i lt _studentNames.length; _i++>> <<set _name to _studentNames[_i]>> \<<set _seen to !setup.isNewYearbookEntriesFor(_name)>> \<<charDetailsButton _name _seen>> \<</for>><<if _studentNames.length eq 0>>//Empty, for now//<</if>> <<back "Back to current scene">>

! $character_name !! Background <<nobr>> <<if ndef $character_backgrounds[$character_name]>> <<run throw "Character background not found for " + $character_name>> <</if>> <<print $character_backgrounds[$character_name]>> <</nobr>> !! Details <<set _details to setup.yearbook[$character_name]>>\ <<for _i to 0; _i lt _details.length; _i++>>\ <<run _details[_i].seen to true>>\ <<if def _details[_i].detail>>\ * <<print _details[_i].detail>>\ <</if>> \<</for>><<if _details.length eq 1>>//Empty, for now// <</if>> <<back>> <<run setup.localStorage.setItem("yearbook", JSON.stringify(setup.yearbook))>>\

<<nobr>> <<set _charsWithNewDetails to Object.keys(setup.newYearbookDetails)>> <<for _i to 0; _i lt _charsWithNewDetails.length; _i++>>\ <<set _charWithNewDetails to _charsWithNewDetails[_i]>> <<set _originalYearBookSize to setup.yearbook[_charWithNewDetails].length>> <<run setup.yearbook[_charWithNewDetails] = setup.yearbook[_charWithNewDetails].concat(setup.newYearbookDetails[_charWithNewDetails])>> <<run setup.yearbook[_charWithNewDetails] = _.uniqBy(setup.yearbook[_charWithNewDetails], function(d) {return d.detail})>> <<run _newEntriesNotJustDuplicates to setup.yearbook[_charWithNewDetails].length gt _originalYearBookSize>> <<if _newEntriesNotJustDuplicates>> <<run setup.flickerYearbookButton = true>> <</if>> <</for>> <<set setup.newYearbookDetails to {}>> <</nobr>>\

<<widget chardetail>><<nobr>> <<run setup.ybAddDetail($args[0], $args[1])>> <</nobr>><</widget>>\

<<widget charadd>><<nobr>> <<run setup.ybAdd($args[0])>> <</nobr>><</widget>>\

<<widget charDetailsButton>><<nobr>> /* <<charDetailsButton charName seen>> */ <<capture $args[0] $args[1]>> <<if $args[1]>> <<button $args[0] "CharacterData">> <<set $character_name to $args[0]>> <</button>> <<else>> <span class="unseen"> <<button $args[0] "CharacterData">> <<set $character_name to $args[0]>> <</button>> </span> <</if>> <</capture>> <</nobr>><</widget>>

<<set $character_backgrounds to { "Ms. Darwin": "Ms. Darwin is the new biology teacher. She joined the school without knowing much about it so you and the other teachers must show her the ropes.", "Ms. Monet": "Ms. Monet is the art teacher. She's creative, she enjoys her job, and she's an exhibitionist. It's not her exhibitionism that got her into trouble. She's always kept that within her art class where it's somewhat of a gray area. Rather, you caught her embezzling 1000s of dollars from the school's petty cash. When you blackmailed her over it, she apologized profusely and you've since both made up and actually have grown to trust her again.", "Mrs. Ball": "Mrs. Ball is the PE teacher. She's mean, sadistic, and unattractive. Your relationship is rather precarious because Mrs. Ball hates it when anyone contradicts her, but, unfortunately for her, that is sometimes your job. Actually, she doesn't get along with many people and the students are terrified of her.\n\nYou probably could blackmail her over the way she torments the students, but there hasn't been a need to bring up that unpleasant conversation. You usually stay out of her hair during her lessons and when she punishes someone, and that keeps her happy. Besides, you need her around because she's a valuable disciplinarian who keeps the school in order.", "Ms. Tink": "Ms. Tink is a teacher hired by the Anonymous Benefactor. You haven't had to blackmail her to stay, she just seems to enjoy building lewd devices. When she was young she grew up on a farm. There, her inventions automated a lot of her daily chores, but she soon got bored and moved to the city.", "Mrs. Eigen": "Mrs. Eigen is a retired CPA who now works as a math teacher at Saint Mary's. As you'd expect, she's extremely logical, but she's also very kind. She doesn't bring as much enthusiasm to the table as Ms. Monet, but she's always interested in experimenting with her lessons.\n\nWith the help of the Anonymous Benefactor, you discovered she was embezzling money at her previous job but never got caught. You used this information to blackmail her to stay at Saint Mary's.", "Mrs. Curie": "Mrs. Curie was hired by the Anonymous Benefactor as the biochemistry teacher. She was fired from her previous job for ethical reasons and is happy to work at Saint Mary's where there are far less restrictions on the experiments she's allowed to run.\n\nShe has a strong work ethic and tends to care more about her experiments more than the well being of the people she's subjecting them to.", "Ms. Waterloo": "Ms. Waterloo was hired by the Anonymous Benefactor as a swim coach. In her file you've found shaky evidence of her being inappropriate with students at previous schools, but nothing concrete. She's a skinny African American and a little shorter than average so you have to look down to chat with her. Not exactly the kind of person you'd describe as having a 'swimmer's body', but she is a great swimmer.\n\nShe's extremely intelligent. After receiving a fully paid scholarship for her swimming ability, she graduated with a master's degree in counseling psychology. She also has a good personality and gets along with most people.", "Nurse Neadle": "Nurse Neadle was hired a couple of weeks before Ms. Darwin and was the first faculty member recommended to you by AB. There was a nurse before her, but she quit once funding dwindled and you had to make cutbacks to keep the school open.\n\nIt's very important to have a nurse on staff, but the school is small and the students don't get in a lot of fights. As a result, Nurse Neadle has a lot of free time on her hands and you haven't had much opportunity to interact with her.\n\nWhenever you do talk, she seems very concerned for the students' well being. You don't know much about her background, but apparently she's worked as a phlebotomist for 1 year and was a gynecological assistant for 2 years. At least, that's what AB told you. You were so desperate for a nurse you never ran a background check on her.", "Mia": "Mia is one of your most open-minded and brightest students. She has a good attitude about most classes and you get the feeling she might actually enjoy being at Saint Mary's.\n\nShe's of Japanese descent, but she was born and raised in America.\n\nShe's at Saint Mary's because she was convicted of disorderly conduct, disturbing the peace, and indecent exposure. The way she tells it, she got really drunk at 2am, woke up her neighbors, and flashed anyone who came outside to see the source of the commotion.", "Olivia": "Olivia is a recalcitrant who hates authority. Before she was at Saint Mary's, she got in countless fights with her fellow students. Eventually, one of her victims pressed charges and she was convicted of assault and battery. She'll only admit to ever losing one fight where her opponent subdued her by pulling on her hair. She's kept it short ever since. It gives her face an androgynous appearance, but her body is very feminine.", "Casey": "Casey is a Latina who grew up in a deeply religious household spending her whole upbringing being repressed and controlled by her parents. She had a pattern of stealing nudie magazines from liquor stores and got away with it until her mom found her stash and turned her in to the authorities.\n\nShe was convicted of shoplifting and theft.", "Kira": "Kira is a sweet, chubby, Caucasian girl convicted of stalking. She was driving a friend to school and got in an accident. Kira was unscathed, but her friend suffered permanent nerve damage that caused chronic pain. Kira was obsessed with making the girl feel better and became so clingy the girl eventually filed a restraining order which Kira violated multiple times.\n\nAs this story demonstrates, Kira's heart is usually in the right place, but she can be physically and socially inept.", "Amy": "Amy is a very petite and innocent Caucasian girl who was convicted of vandalism, but you doubt her the legitimacy of the conviction. According to her record, she was with a group of friends who were vandalizing property, but the police showed up and the group ran away. All of them, that is, except for Amy. Apparently she just stood there and began crying. When she was taken in for questioning, she had a can of pink spray paint in her sweater, but she swears she never used it. Unfortunately for her, a jury found her guilty.", "Sarah": "Sarah was abandoned by her parents when she was young and raised by her 18 year old Aunt who was in way over her head. During that time, Sarah longed for the safety and stability an adult guardian.\n\nShe became proficient in computing at school, even though she could never afford one at home. Eventually she taught herself to hack and was able to make a good living by phishing for people's credit card numbers.\n\nOnce her mom, Claire, learned of Sarah's financial success, she wanted back into Sarah's life. Sarah, desperate for a mature caretaker, was happy to oblige.\n\nSarah was convicted of computer crimes.", "Jessie": "Jessie grew up largely being ignored and left to her own devices. She fell into the wrong crowd and started taking hard drugs. This eventually got her into trouble and she's been convicted of a drug possession charge.\n\nHer long, straight, red hair with her green eyes makes you think she may be of Irish descent. But, being ignored by her family, not even she can confirm this. She's easy to get along with and the only person that seems to dislike her is Mrs. Ball, the PE teacher, who is often insulting Jessie about her large breasts.", "Hannah": "Hannah is the identical twin sister of Anna. They're both tall, skinny, and blond. Once they noticed the perverted changes that were taking place at the school, they distanced themselves from each other to avoid being forced into incestuous acts, but this has put a strain on their relationship.\n\nThe twins are very similar to each other in appearance, but Hannah seems a little more perceptive and a little more sexually repressed than her sister.\n\nBefore they were convicted and sent to Saint Mary's, they would break into houses together and rob them. They were both caught on the scene at the same time.", "Anna": "Anna is the identical twin sister of Hannah. They're both tall, skinny, and blond. Once they noticed the perverted changes that were taking place at the school, they distanced themselves from each other to avoid being forced into incestuous acts, but this has put a strain on their relationship.\n\nThe twins are very similar to each other in appearance, but Anna seems a little less perceptive and a little more sexually open-minded than her sister.\n\nBefore they were convicted and sent to Saint Mary's, they would break into houses together and rob them. They were both caught on the scene at the same time.", "Claire": "Claire was a young mother who could not handle the stress of raising her child, Sarah, and gave her to her sister to raise. In her words, she eventually felt mature enough to take care of Sarah and came back into her life. Though, the timing of this is certainly suspicious. Sarah was making a lot of money from stealing people's credit card numbers on the internet. They both got caught and were convicted of computer crimes.\n\nDespite the abandonment, Sarah seems to adore her mother, and Claire seems to have taken up a more traditional maternal role in Sarah's life.", "Yuki": "Yuki's a rail thin Asian woman with long black hair and bangs. She's the mother of Mia and shares her open-mindedness to the extreme. Her hypersexuality lead her to be convicted of sexual assault, prostitution, and you suspect she's guilty of other crimes she's never been on trial for.", "Eva": "Eva is a young mother of a little boy. She's not much older than the other students and they think of her as more of a big sister than a peer.\n\nShe was convicted of forgery and identity theft.", "Beth": "Beth is Amy's mother and by all accounts she's a good one. She was convicted soon after Amy for pyramid schemes and white collar crimes.", "Lucy": "Lucy is a chubby, Caucasian trans girl from Saint Joseph's. Saint Joseph's is not a prison like your school, but a lot of its students are convicted criminals that have served their time but are still deemed unfit for society. As a result, the relatively innocent trans girls are often abused. You imagine Saint Mary's must be a welcome change.", "Luna": "Luna is a tall, muscular African-American trans girl from Saint Joseph's. Saint Joseph's is not a prison like your school, but a lot of its students are convicted criminals that have served their time but are still deemed unfit for society. As a result, the relatively innocent trans girls are often abused. You imagine Saint Mary's must be a welcome change.", "Tiffany": "Tiffany is a short Asian-American trans girl from Saint Joseph's. She has a bad case of phimosis. Saint Joseph's is not a prison like your school, but a lot of its students are convicted criminals that have served their time but are still deemed unfit for society. As a result, the relatively innocent trans girls are often abused. You imagine Saint Mary's must be a welcome change.", "Bailey": "Bailey is a tall, Caucasian trans girl from Saint Joseph's. Saint Joseph's is not a prison like your school, but a lot of its students are convicted criminals that have served their time but are still deemed unfit for society. As a result, the relatively innocent trans girls are often abused. You imagine Saint Mary's must be a welcome change.\n\nThere's rumors she inflicts a lot of self pain. Perhaps it's a coping mechanism to deal with the stresses of everyday life at Saint Joseph's.", "Fifa": "Fifa is a medium sized, fit, bronze colored, Filipina trans girl from Saint Joseph's. She still has her foreskin, but unlike Tiffany, she does not have a case of phimosis. Saint Joseph's is not a prison like your school, but a lot of its students are convicted criminals that have served their time but are still deemed unfit for society. As a result, the relatively innocent trans girls are often abused. You imagine Saint Mary's must be a welcome change." }>>

<<set $finished_ab_inside_school to true>>\ When school's about to end, you receive an email from AB. "Dear Principal $name, "I was excited to hear about Mrs. Curie's lubrication class and how you chose \ <<nobr>> <<set _alt_lube to "">> <<switch $fo_vagina>> <<case "placebo">> traditional lube <<case "menthol">> menthol lube <<case "semen">> semen as lube <<case "relaxant">> muscle relaxant lube <</switch>> for Olivia's vagina. <<if (not $fp_anal_fisting)>> <<if $fo_vagina is "menthol">>\ <<set _alt_lube to "relaxant">> But, why didn't you choose the muscle relaxant lube? <<else>> <<set _alt_lube to "menthol">> But, why didn't you choose the menthol lube? <</if>> <<else>> <<if $fo_ass isnot "spicy">> <<set _alt_lube to "spicy">> But maybe you should have thought of using the spicy lube in her vagina instead. <<elseif $fo_vagina isnot "menthol">> <<set _alt_lube to "menthol">> But maybe you should have thought of using the menthol lube in her ass instead. <<else>> <<set _alt_lube to "relaxant">> But maybe you should have thought about using the relaxant in her vagina instead. <</if>> <</if>> That one seems far more interesting. <</nobr>> Regardless, when you have time, please provide more details to your last email. For example, how did the students react? Did Olivia enjoy it in any way? " -AB" That's fair, as you usually provide more information in your other emails. You spend a few minutes typing up a more detailed account, but midway through, you pause. Something's not right... With your heart fluttering, you scrutinize your original email. As suspected, you never listed out what lube there was to choose from. How could AB possibly know there was _alt_lube? The only explanation is that AB must be Mrs. Curie! But what to do with this newfound information? Confront her? Pretend not to know? You consider what to do next, but you keep seesawing between thinking you found AB and thinking there must be some other explanation. If you don't get some answers now, you won't be able to sleep tonight. You rush from your office toward Mrs. Curie's class. [[Continue.->AbInsideSchool2]]

You knock on Mrs. Curie's door instead of letting yourself in. Mrs. Curie is there, teaching her class. Seeing you, she smiles. "Hello Principal $name. Interested in joining us?" You clear your throat and realize you hadn't planned this far in advance. This isn't like you. The only choice you have is to wing it. "Could I- Could I speak with you a moment? Outside?" Mrs. Curie frowns. "Yes, that would be fine." She turns to the students. "Class is over in a few minutes, but Jessie, let's have you lead the class until it ends." In the hall, Mrs. Curie says, "Is everything alright?" Something occurs to you: What if after confronting Mrs. Curie/AB, she decides to stop funding the school and it has to shut down? The teachers would have to find new jobs and the students would have to be released. That would be a disaster. Sure, you'd love to know that Mrs. Curie is AB, but it's not worth sacrificing everything. If only there were some way to confirm Mrs. Curie is AB without letting her know that you know. "Principal $name?" Mrs. Curie says. You focus. "Yes... um, I was just wondering. Uh..." Mrs. Curie squints at you and tries to read your expression. "Ah, yes. I was just wondering, did you tell anyone about the details of that gaping class where the students made their own lube?" She rubs the back of her neck and looks around. "No, I don't believe so. Actually, no, definitely not. Why? What's this about? You never told me I shouldn't." You smile and sigh as classes end and students fill the hall, feeling content knowing that you finally discovered who AB is. You have no idea what to do with this information, but you can deal with that on another day. "You're right. I was just curious. Sorry, just... never mind." You’re too flustered to come up with a decent excuse anymore, so you head back to your office, leaving Mrs. Curie utterly confused. [[Continue.->AbInsideSchool3]]

You don't walk more than two steps before overhearing something that stops you in your tracks. Three students are gossiping in a circle, and the topic is Olivia and how she was gaped in Mrs. Curie's class. In their opinion, she kind of deserved it. You realize another group is talking about the incident, too. It's become this week's drama. That means... If all the students are talking about what happened to Olivia, anyone at the school could have overheard the details, and that means anyone could be AB! You groan as you continue on to your office. Just when you thought you had this figured out, everyone at the school becomes a suspect. On the bright side, at least you know that AB is someone in the school. That's new information. Just as you’re cheering up, you realize, //What if AB isn't in the school at all? What if it's just a mole that sends AB information? What if it's a student?// Annoyed, you slam your office door behind you. OK, so you don't know if AB is in the school or if it's someone working for AB, but at least you know someone is here. That's something, right? Or is it? It doesn't feel like much to go off of. The only thing you can do is keep doing what you've been doing. In time, AB is sure to slip up again. [[Office]] \ <<chardetail "Mrs. Curie" "You thought she was AB because she knew some information that only AB would know. But then you realized, everyone at school was talking about that information.">>

<<set $finished_aphrodiasiac to true>>You walk in on the middle of Mrs. Curie's class. Much like the biology class, there's Bunsen burners on each desk, but there are also a lot more vials, scales, and distillation equipment everywhere. You catch the second half of one of her sentences. "...made of oyster, banana, rabbit genitals, and cocoa extract. It's in the form of a thick cream and it's highly potent." She smiles when she notices you. "Hello, Principal $name. Thank you for joining us. I was just discussing one of my inventions from a previous laboratory. "Now, as I was saying, the chemical was immediately banned by the FDA because it's so powerful it can make people do things they'd later regret..." You chuckle and say, "I'm sorry to interrupt, but what are we talking about here?" She turns to you and smiles. "My aphrodisiac formula, of course!" "An aphrodisiac? You mean..." "Yes, that's right. It increases one's libido... their... sexual urges." The students begin to murmur to each other. She turns to the class. "Now, who would like to volunteer for a demonstration?" Mia alone shoots her arm straight up into the air. <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>You see Olivia elbow her in the side and whisper, "You don't even know how long it lasts or its side effects! What if it hurts you?"<<else>>Olivia rolls her eyes and says, "Of course she would..." Mia looks back at Olivia and sticks out her tongue.<</if>> "My," Mrs. Curie says, "someone's eager. Anyone else?" Mia looks around the room and smiles when she sees she's the only one. [[Let Mia have her fun.->AphrodisiacMia]]<<chardetail "Mrs. Curie" "She ran a class where she demonstrated the effects of her aphrodisiac by applying it on Mia">><<chardetail "Mia" "She received aphrodisiac from Mrs. Curie.">>

"Very well," Mrs. Curie says, "Looks like you're the only volunteer." Mia jumps out of her desk and stands by Mrs. Curie's side with her hands behind her back. She sways her shoulders back and forth while smiling. Mrs. Curie puts on one latex glove and squirts some aphrodisiac cream on it from a metal tube. She puts it under Mia's nose and her nostrils flare as she sniffs. From her reaction, it doesn't seem to smell bad. "Now," Mrs. Curie continues, "I procured these metal cuffs from Mrs. Ball, your PE teacher. You'll see why I need these in a moment." Mia looks concerned for the first time when Mrs. Curie restrains her arms behind her back. "Turn around so you can have a little privacy," Mrs. Curie says as she squats down and takes off Mia's panties with her ungloved hand. She looks up and whispers something you can't hear to Mia and she nods back, then you see Mrs. Curie reach for Mia's crotch. Her hand is hidden by Mia's skirt. Mia hunches over suddenly to give the teacher better access. "That should do it," Mrs. Curie says as she stands up. While pulling off her glove and disposing of it she says, "I've applied a bit to Mia's clitoris. It should only take a few moments." [[Continue->AphrodisiacMia2]]

You're afraid to blink. She seems to be acting normal and she looks around the room slowly at all the students with a big smile on her face. Suddenly it turns to a frown and she looks down at her skirt. "It tingles," she says. "Ah yes," Mrs. Curie announces. "Tingling is the first stage. But it only lasts for a few moments." She hooks her arm under one of Mia's armpits. Mia lifts her face to the ceiling and tries to fall to the floor, but Mrs. Curie holds her in place. "This is the second stage. Would you say that you're feeling a burning sensation?" "Yes!" Mia yells. "Make it stop!" Mrs. Curie positions herself behind Mia and hooks both arms under her armpits to prevent her from falling to the floor. "As you can see, it's slightly uncomfortable." She looks behind Mia's back. "What you can't see is she's desperately trying to free her hands from her cuffs. This is a common response I always like to demonstrate: Despite how futile the effort is, she'll take irrational measures to touch herself right now." She holds her chin out high and adds, "This is one of the things I meant when I said the formula is very potent." Mia lifts her legs off the floor and squeezes them tight to masturbate. Mrs. Curie struggles to carry the weight and lowers her to the floor. She rolls to her stomach and starts whimpering. Arching her back, she reaches as far as she can behind her to rub her crotch with her hands, but they aren't long enough. She resigns herself to gyrating on the floor in a pathetic attempt to find some friction. Mrs. Curie points at Mia, "This phase will last until she gets some 'relief'. But before we get to the next phase, I have something else to show you." She grabs Mia's arm and flips her on her back. You're at the side of the room and Mia's crotch is facing you. "Too late to be modest now, dear," she says to Mia as she lifts her skirt and displays her private parts to the class. "Argh, touch me!" she pleads with a grunt. There's no hint of modesty from Mia as her bald slit is revealed to you. She never breaks eye contact with Mrs. Curie. From the way she's acting, it's as if they're the only two people in the room. She lifts her hips to her teacher's hand in a vain attempt for it to brush against her crotch. Mia shakes her head side to side and starts kicking her legs in a sexually frustrated tantrum. Unfortunately, it falls on deaf ears. Mrs. Curie moves to the side of Mia and pushes her knees flat to the ground so they don't obstruct the view. "Class, observe how swollen her clitoris has become." You've had a few opportunities to see Mia bottomless and her clit has never been this large. In what is normally a rare sight, you can easily make out the clitoris shaft peeking out from under the hood. The glossy, bulbous tip sits on top of it and shines under the classroom lights. You notice where the two labia minora connect to the underside of the clitoris tip. This connection forms a little crease between the two lips that causes a seductive crease under the clit. The only reason you're able to see it is because the clit has protruded so far out its underside is visible. You have a little fantasy of gliding the tip of your tongue from the base of that crease all the way to the tip. Would it part or is it firm? More importantly, you wonder how Mia would react to the sensation. <<img "aphro_clit.png">> You snap out of your daydream. Like an object, Mrs. Curie rotates Mia's body on the floor with her legs. She spins Mia until her crotch is facing the class. Then she parts her knees then looks up and says, "Hmm? Would anyone like a closer view? No?" <<if $olivia_likes_mia>> Olivia yells from her desk, "She's doesn't like it! Stop!" "I'm afraid at this point it has to run its course. Also, that's an incorrect assessment. She is, in fact, enjoying it very much, she's just... 'frustrated'."<</if>> "Lend a hand?" Mrs. Curie asks you while grabbing one of Mia's arms and pointing her head to her desk. You hook your arms under Mia's and place her face up on the teacher's desk. Mia writhes and begs for someone to touch her. "Just a moment," Mrs. Curie says as she puts on another latex glove. She's about to touch the clitoris when she pauses. "Hmmm..." "What is it," you ask. "Just a lot more secretion than I'm used to seeing," she says while pointing at the vagina. "Class, notice how it's oozing out of her at an alarming rate. Dehydration can be an unfortunate side effect of this formula." Her vulva is bright red and looks as if it's been spanked. Mia bucks her hips and squeals, "Touch it! Please!" "Very well," Mrs. Curie replies with a smile. "Pay attention, class." [[Continue->AphrodisiacMia3]]

Mrs. Curie extends her index finger and slowly lowers it toward the engorged clitoris. "Careful now," she says to herself. The swollen nub receives the slightest of contact. Really, Mrs. Curie did little more than run the tip of her finger up it, but Mia's whole body contracts and her hips jut upward. As soon as Mia gives that reaction, Mrs. Curie retracts her finger. Mia makes a sound that you can only describe as a mixture between a gurgle and a squeal. Her arms strain as they pull against the cuffs. When the noise dies down, Mia's body collapses but she immediately grunts in frustration and starts thrusting her hips toward Mrs. Curie to beg for more. Each time Mia lands, the handcuff chain makes a little tinkle sound. "Please!" Mia squeals with frustration. Ignoring her, Mrs. Curie turns to the class. "You're a little far away, but I assume you saw how little contact was required to bring about this extreme reaction. When we studied the drug in my lab we discovered it removes the need for any sort of foreplay. An orgasm is almost always imminent at this phase. Allow me to demonstrate." Mrs. Curie places her gloved thumb and index on either side of the clitoris and Mia reacts with a long, low moan. The teacher smiles and says, "Notice I don't even have any lube on my finger. That's normally a no-no, but..." She tweaks her thumb and finger around the clit. Mia squeals and slams her legs shut, then starts pumping her hips in the air. "Oh god!" she screams as her legs quiver. You see vaginal juices pour out and slide down the side of the desk. She tilts her head back and groans. "...with the formula in effect, it's perfectly fine to touch without lubrication." Mia collapses on the desk. "Two additional things to note. One: There's little to no refractory period. She'll be ready for another orgasm soon. And two: Other parts of her body have become more sensitive even though I only applied the cream to her clitoris." Mrs. Curie holds up two fingers and smiles as she wiggles them. She turns her back to the class and sticks them into Mia's vagina. After 3 pumps Mia gasps and begins shivering while screaming in pleasure. She flips her head side to side as she orgasms. When it subsides she bites her lip and breathes heavy through her nose. "OK... OK..." she says while trying to catch her breath. "No more, please." "She may seem tired," Mrs. Curie continues, "but she's quite capable of having another orgasm right now. Giving her one in this state might be cruel, but if we wait for a bit we'll see her go through all the stages of the aphrodisiac again." [[Continue->AphrodisiacMia4]]

As promised, Mia crosses her legs tight and pleads for someone to touch or unlock her. "Now then," Mrs. Curie says, "I notice a disturbing lack of volunteers from this class so I'll make this next part mandatory: I want everyone to form a line in front of Mia. Each of you will give her at least one orgasm before sitting back in your seat." She claps her hands. "Chop chop." The students form a line in front of Mia in a disorderly fashion. "Let's all be sanitary, remember to wear a glove." She places the box on the corner of her desk and guides on the students as they perform their assignment. Olivia is the 5th student in line and when she gets to the front Mia's sweating on the desk and trying to catch her breath.<<if $olivia_likes_mia>> Olivia grabs Mia's knee and shakes it. With a frown and a pout, she asks, "Are you OK?"<</if>> Mia can barely open her eyes. Her orgasm subsides before she catches her breath and she groans, asking for another. <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>When Mia notices Olivia standing before her, she asks her to suck her clitoris so loud the whole class can hear. Some of the students giggle and Olivia blushes. She turns around and warns them to shut up unless they want to deal with her later in the hallway. "Uh," Mrs. Curie interrupts, "I don't think using your mouth is very sanitary." "It's OK," you say to the teacher, "I'll allow it." Olivia pouts as she massages Mia's hand with her thumb. You think she's more concerned for Mia's well being than how she looks to the other students. Olivia holds eye contact for as long as she can as she lowers her head to Mia's clit. Licking her lips in preparation, she wraps her mouth around the large bud. Olivia's tongue creates a bump under her upper lip as it slides from one corner of her mouth to the other. Apparently she's circling the base of the clit with her tongue. <<else>>As Olivia puts on her glove she grins and asks, "I can give her more than one, right?" "Correct," Mrs. Curie says. Olivia smiles and nods back. She makes an OK symbol and flicks Mia's clit with her index nail. It must be extremely painful because you can hear the flicking noise from where you're standing. Mia gasps, kicks, and shakes her hips side to side to scoot away from the pain, but the orgasm catches up to her. As she quivers from the pleasure/pain, she tries to catch her heel on the desk so she can push herself away from the relentless flicking but her bottom is too close to the edge to reach. Her legs shut to protect her vulnerable clitoris. Olivia slides her other forearm between the legs, forcefully pries them open, and continues flicking. The previous orgasm isn't even half done when Mia is forced into have a second. She uses the last of her energy to buck her hips once before going limp on the table and begins gurgling. The flicking continues without mercy. Her eyes roll back in her head as she mumbles incoherently. <</if>>A sudden loud bang echoes through the room as Mia's head slams against the desk: She's having a very powerful orgasm. She groans like an animal then squeals. As she crunches her body she squirts a viscous stream of vaginal juices on Olivia's shirt and neck. Mia crunches again and gives a weak "uh" as a shorter stream spurts out. It lands directly on the floor and splatters on Olivia's shoes. <<img "mia_squirts_on_olivia.png">> Olivia jumps back in shock, spreads her fingers, and waves her hands. She looks down then at Mrs. Curie. "What... that's so... what do I do?" The whole class is eerily quiet. Some have looked away, others are covering their mouth. Even Mrs. Curie seems to be in shock. "I've... I've never seen that happen," she stammers, trying to think of what to say next. She goes to her desk drawer and pulls out a pair of plastic protective goggles. "From this point forward, the person in the front of the line will have to wear these. Olivia, why don't you take 5 and wash yourself off in the restroom?" Mia's eyes are rolled back in her head and her tongue is hanging out of the side of her mouth like a dog. You walk to Mrs. Curie's side and whisper, "What just happened?" She whispers back, "I don't know... Maybe <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>it was because she used her mouth or maybe <</if>>it's because she's had so many orgasms. The most anybody has ever had on the aphrodisiac is 4 and that was an animal." "What?!" you shout. The student's look at you to see what all the commotion is about. There's a long line of students waiting to give Mia even more orgasms. Furious, you whisper, "That's like 10 more orgasms than has ever been tried before! Why didn't you stop at 4?" "Well... because this is the first time I didn't have a boss telling me to stop at 4. I've always wanted to see what would happen." You're appalled by Mrs. Curie's lack of compassion. She sees the look on your face and begins justifying her behavior. "What? Look at her, she looks happy enough, doesn't she?" It's true that Mia does have a huge, open-mouthed smile on her face, but she seems to be in some sort of stupor. She's looking straight up, her tongue is hanging out of her mouth, and her eyebrows are raised at the center. The student at the front of the line is too nervous to continue. She's waiting for you to tell her what to do. [["End the demonstration. Mia has had enough fun for one day."|AphrodisiacMiaEnd][$aphro_mia_end_early to true]] [[It's just 10 more orgasms. Continue the demonstration->AphrodisiacMia5]]<<chardetail "Olivia" "Mia squirted juices all over her neck when she was on aphrodisiac.">>

<<set $has_aphrodisiac to true>><<if $aphro_mia_end_early>>You stop the demonstration early and have the rest of the students sit back at their desk. <</if>>Mrs. Curie rolls a limp Mia onto her side to unlock the cuffs. Her lifeless tongue flops to the other side of her mouth and you hear the jingling of the key before the teacher reveals the removed cuffs. She rolls Mia onto her back. Mrs. Curie pulls a bottle of liquid from her desk and tells the class that this is an oil that will negate the effects of the aphrodisiac. <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>By this time Olivia has come back to the room. She says, "I thought you said it couldn't be stopped and has to go through its natural course." "Yes that's correct," Mrs. Curie says. "It can't be stopped unless you use this." Olivia clenches her fists and grits her teeth.<</if>> Mrs. Curie squirts the bottle all over Mia's clit and waits for her to wake out of her trance. Nothing happens. She moves behind her desk to Mia's head and slaps her lightly in the face. "Hello? Wake up dear." Mia groans and blinks and you feel some tension leave the room. She's not dead... You're still concerned though. She still has that stupid, euphoric look on her face. You walk over to her, lift her head, shake it, and say, "Mia? Mia!? How many fingers am I holding up?" You tuck your thumb to your palm. If she says four, you'll know she's still in there. Her eyes slowly look at your hand as she drools from her open mouth. She holds up two peace signs on each hand. "Four!" she yells. Then she goes limp and laughs maniacally as her head rolls back. You look at Mrs. Curie and she shrugs at you. Mia lifts her head back up and has a different expression. You're relieved to see her face isn't stuck that way. With a giant smile she smacks her lips, swallows, and asks, "Can I have some water?" Mrs. Curie lifts a glass to Mia's lips and she drinks. When she swallows the last gulp she says, "Ah! More please." When she finishes the second glass, she pushes herself off the desk and slips on a puddle of her own juices. Her butt lands in the middle of the puddle. "Uh-oh," she says with a giggle. She lifts her hand up and sees that it's coated in viscous juice. "Whoa... Neat!" She looks up at you from the floor and asks, "Did I do that?" Turning to her hand, she stares at the webbing it makes between her fingers then opens her mouth to suck it off. You stop her by grabbing her wrist and Mrs. Curie wipes it off with some tissue paper. Mia seems endlessly amused by what you two are doing. With a huge smile, she looks at you then swings her head to look at Mrs. Curie. "Can I have more water?" she asks with a giggle. Wrapping her arm around your shoulder, you lift her up just as she's about to place her cleaned hand back in the puddle. That's when you notice a large wet mark on the side of her skirt where she fell. The whole class stares in silence as you walk her to her back to her desk. Each student has a different reaction. One covers her mouth and can't stop staring. Others seem to be averting their eyes or repeatedly dragging their hands through their hair. Once you reach your destination, you sit her down. Mrs. Curie places some water on Mia's desk and she drinks it without help. "She seems to be regaining her motor skills." You nod in agreement. When Mia finishes the glass she slumps in her chair. She turns her head to you and smiles with her eyes barely open. Then she scoffs and says, "That was fucking awesome." Her eyes slowly close, her head rolls back, and she begins to snore. The students erupt in laughter. You grab your chest and look at the ceiling. You're confident she'll be back to her normal self when she sleeps this off. You hold a finger to your lip and whisper to Mrs. Curie, "Let's let the class out a little early so Mia can sleep this off." She nods and the students pack up their books and quietly leave<<if $olivia_likes_mia>>. That is, except for Olivia who stays by her side and rubs her back<</if>>. On your way out, you ask Mrs. Curie if you can have a tube of the aphrodisiac. She lets you know that shouldn't be a problem and she'll leave some on your desk tomorrow. [[Office]]

You tell the concerned student at the front of the line to continue. A faint whisper from Mia can be heard. You think she's asking to stop. The student stands back as far as she can while tweaking the clitoris to avoid any collateral damage. She groans as her head slowly rolls back. The cuffs make a metal scraping sound as they scrape against the desk. She makes rapid fire "uh-uh-uh" sounds as she squirts juices onto the floor. You walk behind the desk to get a good look at her expression. Her eyes plead for help but her smile suggests otherwise. You lift her head up to make sure she sees the next student approach. The student hesitates. "Go ahead, Kira," you say. She licks her finger and pets the dilated clit a few times. Mia throws her head back and would have slammed it into the table if you weren't holding it in place. You hear juice spill on the floor as Kira jumps back to avoid it. Mia's eyes roll back in her head for a moment while she recovers. "One second, Kira," you say, interrupting her from walking back to her desk. "Come back here and give her another one. And don't hesitate when you're asked to do something next time." You lift Mia's head so she can see Kira walk back, but she may not be able to see it: Her eyes are still rolled back. Kira licks her finger tips and pets the nub. She looks down at the splash by her feet. Mia barely has the energy to react to this orgasm. You see her pump her hips back and forth a bit and her jaw opens as she gurgles in pleasure. Her neck feels limp in your hands. As the next student approaches to you lightly slap Mia's cheek. "Wake up," you say, "it's Casey. You like Casey, right?" Mia's only reaction is to drool slightly out of her mouth. Unlike Kira, Casey does not hesitate. This orgasm seems different. At the beginning of this orgasm, Mia shivered a bit, but she seems to have gone limp for the second half of it. Mia's limp body does not move, not even to quiver. Her face stays constant in its stupefied smile and her tongue is now sticking out of her mouth. The only indication she's having an orgasm is the sound of the vaginal fluid that shoots out of her and lands on the floor. You look at her for a while and come to a bizarre conclusion. "She passed out." You're amazed that someone can be asleep during an orgasm. What's even weirder is her eyes are still partially opened, but she's not reacting to any outside stimulus. "Fascinating," Mrs. Curie says as she walks over to Mia's head. She touches her tongue and remarks that it doesn't seem too dry so it's probably OK to continue without concern of dehydration. [["Uh, no. We probably went too far as it is. Let's stop here."|AphrodisiacMiaEnd][$aphro_mia_end_early to true]] [[8 more orgasms? Mia could do 8 orgasms in her sleep!->AphrodisiacMia6]]

You move to the front of the desk. Mrs. Curie waves her palm over Mia's eyes, but she doesn't flinch. She lifts up an eyelid. "Hmmm, pupils dilated. She's flush, too." She pulls out a notepad from her desk and starts taking notes. Without looking up, she waves the next student over and says, "Continue." Again, no physical reaction except for the vaginal juice spilling on the floor. Each time it shoots less and with less force. As the line gets shorter, Mia's vagina begins to meekly seep juices without a stream, leaving a shiny trail down her buttock before it drips on the floor. When the last student tweaks, there's no reaction at all. "Hmm," Mrs. Curie says. "Keep going until you give her an orgasm." 15 seconds pass. "Hmm, curious... perhaps we've reached some sort of limit." As Ms. Curie thinks, the student fiddles with the swollen clitoris to coax an orgasm out of it. First, she rubs her thumb on its underside. When that doesn't work, the student bends over and looks up at her thumb. "Hmm." Since that doesn't seem to work, she wiggles her index finger tip over the top of it. The student doesn't stop as she scans Mia's vagina, looking for a sign that she's completed her task, but nothing happens. You can tell Mrs. Curie has an idea as she walks up to the desk and puts on a glove. She pulls one of Mia's legs open and holds it in place with her own body. Then she sticks two fingers inside Mia's vagina. You see Mrs. Curie lift her chin as she looks around toward ceiling. "I feel it," she says as a big grin grows on her face. "She's been continuously orgasming the whole time. There was just no way to observe it." The student gasps and lets go of the clitoris, looking guilty for what she's done. Just for good measure, Mrs. Curie pumps her hand a few times and a little juice squirts out. Still, no reaction from Mia's limp body other than that. She takes off her glove and addresses the class. "I hope that was a good demonstration of the power of this formula. This took over 7 years to develop in my lab and as you can see I'm very proud of it." Mia's limp body is draped over the desk. Her legs carelessly hang over the side. [[Continue->AphrodisiacMiaEnd]]

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<<set $finished_fisting_olivia to true>>You show up to Mrs. Curie's class a little early to discuss an important matter with her. She's setting the equipment and paying you little mind. You say, "I'm sorry to throw a wrench in your plans, but AB just sent me an email with a specific request." She bends over to adjust some equipment on the table and turns to speak over her shoulder, "I'm very busy setting up and there isn't a lot of time before class starts. Can this wait until tomorrow?" "Normally I'd say yes. But the thing is, AB doesn't usually request anything specific. They like the teachers to come up with their own ideas so they're surprised by it at the end of the day." She walks away to adjust another piece of equipment on a different table. You follow her and continue. "So for them to make a specific request must mean they really want to see it. If we could perform it by the end of the day, I think it could mean a very nice bonus for the school. I worry if we wait until tomorrow, AB may not be in the same mood. By that time, they may be 'over it'." "What's the request," she asks over her shoulder as she walks to the next table. You don't follow her. "Umm... 'gaping'." "Please elaborate," she says without stopping what she's doing. "You know, stretching someone's nether regions." She turns to you and furrows her brow. "I don't see the connection between that and chemistry. Wouldn't that be better suited for biology or something?" She walks to the next table. Shoot, that's a good point. When you received that email there was only 10 minutes before the start of the last class of the day so you just ran to the class closest to you without thinking about it. Maybe you can make it to Ms. Darwin's biology class if you sprint. "Wait," Mrs. Curie says. She sticks out her hand like she wants a handshake and swats the air sideways twice. You squint. "What are you doing?" She rolls her eyes, sighs, and says, "Move out of the way." You take a step to the side and she walks to a short cabinet you were standing in front of. "I'm a genius," she says as she opens it and pulls out a large, empty beaker. She holds it in front of you like it's the solution to all your problems. "Uhh," you say, "what is it? Some kind of science fiction, invisible liquid or something?" She squints and shrugs. "Are you serious right now?" After pulling the beaker to her chest and rotating it, she taps on a label you hadn't noticed. "It's 'lubrication'. And as you can see, I'm currently out of it. The students could make their own-" You interrupt by saying, "-and then they could use it on each other!" "That's right," she says with a smile. You grab her shoulder and shake it. "You're a genius!" "Aw, normally that would mean a lot to me, but that might just be the gas fumes talking. By the way, can you help me twist the rest of the knobs on these tables before the whole place explodes?" [[Continue->FistingOlivia2]] \ <<chardetail "Mrs. Curie" "She ran a class where the students would create their own lube.">>

You stand at the back of the class as it starts. Mrs. Curie says, "OK class, I'm not sure if you've talked to the students who took my earlier class, but there's been a change of plans. We're going to learn something different. We'll combine some ingredients to make something that should be very useful to you while you're at Saint Mary's. Parabens, propylene glycol, glycerin, carrageenan, maybe some gluconolactone... Can anyone guess what we're making?" There are a lot of confused faces. She gives some hints. "It's slippery." Rubbing her index and thumb together, she says, "Viscous. It's something <<if $has_futa>>most of you<<else>>you all<</if>> produce naturally, but today we'll be making an artificial form of it." Her smile falters as she waits for someone to guess. "Nobody? Today we'll be making lubrication." On hearing this, some students start fidgeting in their chair. "Yes," she continues as she holds up the empty beaker. "I happen to be out so this is a great way to kill two birds with one stone. You'll all learn how to create lubrication and I'll be able to use it to restock my supplies." Mrs. Curie spends a few minutes demonstrating how to mix certain ingredients to produce the concoction. She shows how one set of ingredients becomes water based lube but if you combine a different set of ingredients, it becomes silicon or oil based. Then she says, "There's a piece of paper on your desk on how to make each type. I'll leave it up to you to decide which you produce. They all have their pros and cons." Kira raises her hand. "Mrs. Curie?" "Yes, dear?" "Umm, when we finish making the lubrication are we free to leave for the day?" "Oh no, dear," Mrs. Curie chuckles. "When you finish making the lube, I'm going to add a mystery ingredient to each. It could make the lube feel itchy, tingly, warm..." Your eyes glaze over as she mentions all the possibilities. "I could even use a muscle relaxant. Anyway, when that's out of the way, we'll form pairs." It's clear that Mrs. Curie isn't going to say anymore, so Kira says, "Oh... OK." Then, she opens her mouth like she's going to ask something but stops herself. She crosses her arms and hunches her shoulders. Olivia, slouched with her elbow draped across the back of the chair, scoffs and says, "Then what?" It seems like that's what Kira wanted to ask, because she smiles at Olivia and nods. Mrs. Curie answers. "Then we'll have a little activity where you each try to guess the mystery ingredient and we'll see how effective we made our lube." Olivia furrows her brow. "Now then-" Another student raises her hand. "Yes dear?" "How do we test how effective it is again?" "I haven't said that part yet," Mrs. Curie replies. "But, since you're so eager to know I'll tell you: Good lubrication is absorbed slowly into the body so it lasts longer. We'll time how long it takes before you need to reapply. It should not be abrasive or sticky. And, most importantly, the better the lube the more fingers you'll be able to fit into your pair and the deeper you'll be able to go." A few students tilt their heads back and look at each other with contorted faces. Olivia pounds the table, rolls her eyes, and says, "I knew it." Amy covers her face in embarrassment and puts her head on the desk. The rest of the class mutters about how they don't want to do it. Mrs. Curie motions like she's patting the air down and says, "Calm down class. It'll be perfectly sanitary. I'll pass out gloves." For some reason that doesn't have the pacifying effect she is looking for. You cross your arms and wonder if you'll have to interject, but the class calms down on its own. You're glad you didn't have to say anything. Over time the students have learned that lessons like these are the new norm, but they're not yet to the point where they accept it without complaint. You hear Olivia say under her breath, "I hope I get the ingredient that makes this class interesting." A few students around her snicker. "OK then." Mrs. Curie clasps her hands near her face. "Shall we get started? Please raise your hand if you need any help creating your lubrication. Stop when you've created 300 milliliters in your beaker. That's probably more than we need, but better to be safe than sorry." [[Continue->FistingOlivia3]]

Mrs. Curie walks to the back of the class to talk to you. She says, "You're a busy woman and you often have to get back to your office before class ends. So, which mystery ingredient would you like me to add first?" She half smiles when she says, "Don't worry, I'll spell them out in layman's terms for you." You roll your eyes and say, "Thanks." !!!The mystery ingredient for the vaginal lubrication: <label><<radiobutton "$fo_vagina" "placebo" checked>> Let's not use a mystery ingredient.</label> <label><<radiobutton "$fo_vagina" "menthol">> A cooling, tingling ingredient. Some find the sensation to be pleasant. It's very slow acting so it'll take a while to notice.</label> <<if $has_futa_semen_jar>>\ <label><<radiobutton "$fo_vagina" "semen">> Use the placebo until properly gaped, then we'll think of something creative to do with the weeks old jar of trans girl semen.</label> <</if>>\ <label><<radiobutton "$fo_vagina" "relaxant">> A muscle relaxant. It'll loosen up the vagina and let you go very deep and if you choose to apply some to her urethra, it may cause urinary incontinence. Be aware it's long lasting so you won't be in complete control of your bladder for a few hours after application.</label> <<if $fp_anal_fisting>>\ !!!The mystery ingredient for the anal lubrication: <label><<radiobutton "$fo_ass" "placebo" checked>> Let's not use a mystery ingredient.</label> <label><<radiobutton "$fo_ass" "spicy">> A spicy ingredient. It'll burn like crazy. It's very slow acting so it'll take a while to notice.</label> <<if $has_futa_semen_jar>>\ <label><<radiobutton "$fo_ass" "semen">> Use the placebo until properly gaped, then we'll think of something creative to do with the weeks old jar of trans girl semen.</label> <</if>>\ <label><<radiobutton "$fo_ass" "deep">> One of my special ingredients that reduces friction to almost nothing and will let you go surprisingly deep.</label> <<if $fp_diaper>>\ <label><<radiobutton "$fo_ass" "relaxant">> A muscle relaxant. It'll loosen up the colon. But be aware it's long lasting so you won't be in complete control of your bowels for a few hours after application.</label>\ <</if>> <</if>>\ [[Continue->FistingOlivia4]]

The pairs are picked in advance and everyone puts their head down to focus on creating their lube. Everyone, that is, except for Olivia. She's paired up in the back with Amy and is not taking the exercise seriously. You also notice Amy's face is a little red. You tap Olivia on her shoulder and ask why she's not working. She looks up at you and swallows hard. "I convinced Amy to make twice as much so I can just use hers." "Part of the point of this lesson is to learn how to make your own lubrication," you say with a furrowed brow. "It's a useful thing to know." Olivia rolls her eyes and says, "Yeah right! The real lesson you want me to learn is how far I can shove my hand inside Amy! Don't worry, in an hour I'll be so good at it I can teach the class." From the corner of your eye you see Amy tremble. You lower your eyebrows and Olivia sinks back into her chair. She looks down at the desk and says, "OK, sorry. I'll do the exercise." "Come with me, Amy." You grab her by the hand and pull her to where Olivia can't hear. "How did Olivia convince you to do her work?" "I dunno," she says as she rubs the back of her neck, casts a glance at something, then frowns. "I just said I would do it." Following Amy's line of sight, you realize she just glanced at Olivia. There's no way to get an answer from Amy if she's feeling threatened by Olivia so you stand between them to block the view. Lifting Amy's chin with your finger, you force her to make eye contact. "Amy, be honest with me. You're not in trouble here." She looks around and sighs, "She- she said she would shove her whole fist in without any lube if I didn't do what she said." Your nostrils flare as you grit your teeth. You wouldn't have a problem with one of your teachers threatening your students: That's their prerogative and can often be a useful tool to keep order. But when a disrespectful student does it, that's a different matter entirely. Next she'll think she can get away with threatening a teacher. If she threatens one of the more timid teachers like Ms. Darwin, she might get away with it. And if she does it publicly, other students may get the same idea. You're not going to wait idly by to see if Olivia pushes on that boundary. Better to stop this behavior before it becomes a bigger problem. You storm off to Olivia and when she looks at your face her eyes widen. "Up!" you command as you beckon her out of her seat. When she stands she rubs her arms as she looks to the floor and asks, "Am I being punished?" You ignore her and point to the front of the class and say, "Let's go." You cut through the desks as you walk to the front of the class. A few students, "Oooh," and snicker as Olivia walks by. <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>The only one concerned for Olivia seems to be Mia.<<else>>Mia hides her smile behind her hand<</if>> [[Continue->FistingOlivia5]]<<chardetail "Olivia" "She was punished in Mrs. Curie's class for threatening Amy. The punishment was to be fisted by the whole class.">>

Mrs. Curie tilts her head. "What's wrong," she asks. "Change of plans," you say. "Olivia needs to be punished. She was threatening one of the students and refusing to participate in class." "Punished now? What about the lesson plan? Why not after class?" You shake your head and press your finger on the desk. "Now." "Well, if a punishment must be immediate... I... I guess we could make her the focus of the second part of class. Olivia, how would you like to be the class' sole test subject?" Her mouth opens to contest but Mrs. Curie interrupts and says, "It was a rhetorical question, dear." She pats her palm on the desk twice as she says, "Take off your clothes and hop up on all fours." "Naked?!" Olivia asks. She looks at the other students. They've all stopped what they're doing to watch the scene unfold. Mrs. Curie nods. Her face is neutral, like a doctor's would be. Olivia whimpers and rubs her wrist. She looks at you two for mercy but you both look back impatiently. Olivia turns her back to the class to undress, and when she bends over to pull down her panties, she covers the back of her bottom with her other hand. <<if not $olivia_likes_mia>>You notice Mia chewing on her pencil and smiling as she watches.<</if>> <<img "olivia_enf.png">> When completely undressed, she slowly crawls onto the teacher's desk from the back and faces the class. She uses one arm to cover her chest so her nipples aren't visible, but you can still make out her swaying cleavage as it dangles. The look on her face is of utter humiliation. Mrs. Curie points her finger to the floor and moves it in a circling motion. "Have your bottom face the class." "But they're not even close to finishing. Can't I cover up until they're ready?" Mrs. Curie looks at you, and when you shake your head, Olivia blinks back tears before clumsily turning around on the desk. Everyone gets a good look at her vulva as she gets into position. Unlike some of the other girls, her inner lips hang out a little past the thicker outer lips. Her vulva is the same pale color as the rest of her skin but you have a feeling it'll turn a shade of red as the punishment commences. As you're trying to get a better look, she places the side of her face on the desk, reaches one hand through her legs to cover her vulva, and covers her anus by reaching behind her back. Mrs. Curie says, "You have to spread yourself for the exercise. May as well get started now." Olivia whines and sniffles but then she places each hand on her buttocks and spreads it open to the class. You take advantage of your front row view to inspect at your leisure. <<linkreplace "Inspect her anus" t8n>>At your height you can make out more of her anus than her vagina. The classroom lighting makes some interesting details noticeable that you normally wouldn't be able to see. Short, light threads of hair frame the outer edge of her anus. Under other circumstances you'd remind her to wax or use a hair removal product, but at the moment, all you can think about is how she'd probably jump if you were to brush your finger tip against them. At the center is the tight, puckered pink ring of her sphincter. Beyond that is the rest of her anus with the cute hairs and it matches the color of the rest of her skin. Because of the way she's holding her cheeks open, the majority of the wrinkles are pulled horizontally. Right now, you don't think you could even fit a lubed q-tip in there, but the punishment will soon change that.<</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Inspect her vulva" t8n>>From where you stand, you can only see the bottom half of her vulva. Her vagina is sealed shut by her inner lips, forming a protective slit. They're slightly parted, but prevent you from seeing inside her hold. They give no indication that she's aroused: There's no wetness and they're the same shade as the rest of her skin. Bending over, you notice that one of the inner lips is folded back and stuck to the bigger lip behind it. The other inner lip is flat against the center, blocking the hole. You wonder if the folded one will straighten out if she stays in that position long enough or if that's just its natural state. Her clit hood completely covers her clitoris which is another sign she's not enjoying this.<</linkreplace>> As you give her a review, you can't help but notice she's very tight in both holes. That's probably because - being the alpha dog of the students - she gives a lot more than she takes. Who knows how many students she's bullied to do her class assignments. It's like Mrs. Curie read your mind when she whispers to Olivia, "A little advice. Try to relax. It'll help a lot." She addresses the class. "There's been a slight change of plans. You'll no longer have to test your lubrication on your pair." You see a lot of faces light up. "Instead, you'll be testing your lubrication on our little guinea pig at the front." Mrs. Curie taps on Olivia's hand and Olivia shifts her weight away to avoid the touch. "Now then, let's continue with the assignment." She smiles back at the class and they get back to work. Some take longer than others to put their heads down. Moving her chair to the side of the desk, she waits for someone to ask a question. You decide to stay at the front by Olivia but on the other side of the desk from Mrs. Curie. She's spread before the class and all you can hear is her rapid breath. "Shh," you whisper as you rub her lower back. It's a little sweaty. "Try to relax." Her anus winks then loosens which lets her spread further apart. She opens her knees and it causes her labia to part a bit. Once given the room, her inner lip that was curled inward flops out straight. "That's better," you say as you bite your lower lip. On peering upward, you notice Casey is watching. As soon as you make eye contact with Casey, she redirects her attention back to her work and starts tapping her toes. You whisper to Olivia, "I've noticed at least two admirers so far." Her toes curl in response. "Three," you whisper as you spot another. [[Continue->FistingOlivia7]]

<<if $olivia_likes_mia>>\ Mia raises her hand and Mrs. Curie beckons her to the front. She limps over while clutching the beaker, eyes occasionally darting at Olivia and frowning. When she reaches the front, she clears her throat and says, "I'm done," to Mrs. Curie.\ <<else>>\ Mia raises her hand and Mrs. Curie beckons her to the front. She skips over with her beaker hugged between her arms and holds it up to her teacher with her shoulders back and her chin high. "I'm done!"\ <</if>> "Wow, that was fast," you say. Mrs. Curie nods and dips her finger tip into it to test its consistency. She lights up and says, "This is very good, Mia. Almost perfect. And you finished so fast, too. It seems like it'll be a while before your peers catch up to you. Why don't you wait for them at your desk?" She pushes her hair out of her face and says, "Well... I think that will be a few minutes. Could I sit with you three while I wait?" Mrs. Curie's head flinches back slightly. You answer before Mrs. Curie can. "I don't have a problem with that." She hugs her beaker and thanks you. With her back to the class, she sits directly behind Olivia, leaning forward and staring with rapt attention at the vulva. Internally, you laugh at Mia's boldness. For some reason you expected her to subtly work her way up to this point, but you forgot who you're dealing with. <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>\ Mia hooks her pinky finger around Olivia's pinky toe and says, "Hey, it's me. Are you doing OK?" A sniffle is the only response. "I, uh, I made it the best I could so, you know, it's easier on you? And I watched some of the other students. They're doing a good job, too. Do you want me to help them or stay?" Olivia whispers, "Stay," and Mia blushes when she glances at you. She rubs the arch of Olivia's foot to calm her. "This is so embarrassing," Olivia says. "Can you stand up and block their view?" You look at Mia and shake your head. Mia frowns and says, "I'm not allowed to." She looks behind her shoulder and frowns. "Don't worry, nobody else is looking." Should you call Mia out on her lie? You decide not to. Besides, Olivia is well aware of your counting.\ <<else>>\ As she looks up, Mia presses her palms lightly against her cheeks. Her eyes slowly migrate from looking at one part of the vulva to another. She stands up, puts her hands on her knees, and looks deep into the vagina. She's so obscenely close she must be able to feel Olivia's warmth on her cheeks. She squints one eye and mutters that she wishes she could see deeper. Olivia feels the presence behind her and moves her hips forward to gain space. You gently place your hand on her shoulder and tell her she's blocking the view. As she sits down, she says, "Sorry. I wanted to see if she was enjoying this." Mia fiddles with her fingers and tells you, "She's not." "It wouldn't be a very good punishment if she was, would it?" you ask. She shakes her head and smiles as she turns her attention back to the vulva. You watch her fidget for a while as she bites her lower lip. After a few moments she stops moving. Her eyes grow larger as she takes in everything. Then, without a change on that transfixed expression, she raises her palm up to feel the warmth radiating from the vulva. "Mia," you scold, "that blocks the view, too." She tucks her hands under her armpits and says, "Sorry!"\ <</if>> "May I go first," Mia asks you and Mrs. Curie. Mrs. Curie replies, "I was thinking, for Olivia's sake, it might be better to go with the person with the smallest hands. I think that would be her friend, Amy." Olivia's breath hastens as she starts to stiffen. Mrs. Curie doesn't seem to understand that Amy may be looking for payback from Olivia's threats. "But-" Mia says. "-I think that makes a lot of sense," you interrupt. Mia looks at you with her mouth open, then at Mrs. Curie, but she doesn't fight the suggestion. [[Continue->FistingOlivia8]]

The rest of the class finishes the assignment barring a few stragglers and Mrs. Curie decides to move on to the next part since time is limited. Amy is called up and Mia is asked to go back to her seat. Mrs. Curie asks Amy, "Do you know what to do?" Amy shakes her head, blushing noticeably. Mrs. Curie says, "That's fine! Everyone's gotta start somewhere. First, put on one of these gloves. Now, I'm going to squirt in the mystery ingredient and stir it like so. OK, dip your finger in your lube. Coat it really well, and don't be shy about it. Good, now come with me." She brings the beaker with her and walks to Olivia's backside. Olivia turns her head to look at Amy and glares at her. It makes Amy cross her arms over her chest and take a step back. Looking up to Mrs. Curie, she says, "I don't want to." You tell Olivia, "If you're going to make this difficult or try to threaten my students, we can do this every day until you learn your lesson. How does that sound?" Olivia looks away from Amy and whimpers, her fingers trembling a bit. You tell the class, "If Olivia threatens any of you about what you did in today's lesson, let me know." Turning to Amy, you add, "If I hear anything, there will be severe consequences for her." It seems to put her at ease. Mrs. Curie pauses a beat and continues. "Hmm, she looks really dry so we're going to start real slow. Just try to get some lube on the entrance." Amy crinkles her brow and asks, "Like this, or this?" She made a circling motion and a poking motion, respectively. "Circle first, then poke." Amy reaches, hesitates, then circles the vaginal entrance with her finger. Olivia's immediate reaction is to squeal and move her hips to the side to avoid it. Amy goes pale and looks at Mrs. Curie with pleading eyes. You tell Olivia, "Behave yourself." She grunts and moves back into position. Patting her on the back, Mrs. Curie says, "Try again, Amy. You were doing well." Amy pauses and exhales slowly to psych herself up. When she touches this time, Olivia gives an uncomfortable groan, but she doesn't move away. She rearranges her fingers on her buttocks but is obedient enough to keep them spread. "There, that's very good," Mrs. Curie compliments. "But remember, circles. Not side to side." She grabs Amy's hand and moves it in a circling motion for her. "You're doing great. Now, reapply some more." They do that a few times until the entrance is nice and wet. The hole glistens as if Olivia were naturally turned on. You take a moment to notice she has goose bumps all over her bottom as a trail of thick lube spills out and slowly trickles down to Olivia's clitoris. "Now we poke?" Amy asks. "Yes, but don't go all in at once. Just start with your tip and I'll tell you when to do more." Amy hooks her first knuckle into the vagina. Olivia groans again and shifts the weight on her hips, but not enough for the fingertip to slip out. Amy remains hooked when she looks at Mrs. Curie and asks, "Like this?" You raise an eyebrow. Come to think of it, you can't recall a time when Amy's been on the giving end of an interaction like this. You whisper to avoid embarrassing her, "Is this your first time playing with a girl?" She removes her finger and holds on to her wrist. "Why? Am I doing it wrong?" You smile warmly at her to try to help her relax. "Well, think about what you would like done to yourself and start there." She glances at you then Mrs. Curie and grimaces. "You mean, you've never..." She shakes her head. You're excited you get to teach little Amy this lesson. Are there other students in your school that are this innocent? You'd think everyone would be well versed by now. You put your hand on the side of your mouth and whisper, "Don't worry, Amy, we'll walk you through it." She blushes and mouths the words, "Thank you." [[Continue->FistingOlivia9]]

"Put your finger back in," you say. She does as she's told and looks to you for further instruction. Mrs. Curie chimes in like a devil on her other shoulder. "Straighten it so it can go deep." As the finger slides in, Olivia exhales through her nostrils. "Good. Good." You grab Amy's wrist to slide it in even deeper, making Olivia hiss through her teeth and jut her butt forward. Since Amy looks a little concerned, you let go and explain: "Normally you'd want to have a lot of foreplay before you insert a finger like this. But, class is only an hour long. We're cutting some corners." "Let's reapply," Mrs. Curie says to you and you nod back. She slowly pulls Amy out and pours some lube onto her finger from the beaker. "Are you having fun?" Amy blushes and shrugs, then Mrs. Curie guides Amy's finger back into the vagina. "Good," you say to Amy. "Why don't you try reapplying like that a few more times on your own?" You whisper to say, "I think you're ready." Amy pulls her finger out, dips it into the beaker, and sticks it back into the vagina. The lips separate along the side of the vagina as her inexperienced finger enters. As it goes in, it drags against the left labia minora and makes it fold back. You point and say, "You're caught a little bit there." "Oops." Amy bites her tongue to focus as she reaches to move it away with her ungloved hand. You see Mrs. Curie about to point out the sanitation issue but you place your finger on your lip and give her a stern look. She holds her tongue. Amy is unaware of your little interaction. She pinches the little lip and moves it to the side then looks at Mrs. Curie and asks, "Now what? Do I keep going?" Mrs. Curie smiles and grabs Amy's wrist. Without a word she guides Amy's finger deeper with a very slow but consistent pace. Amy's eyes widen as her finger disappears inside Olivia. A faint grunt is heard as it nears the base. Eventually, Amy's finger can go no further because it's stopped by her other curled knuckles. "How does that feel," Mrs. Curie asks. "Warm." You rustle her hair and she smiles. "Try this," you say as you grab her wrist and pump it back and forth. "Just like you were doing before, but without reapplying. See?" You let go, put your hands on your knees, and say, "Now you give it a try without me. K?" Olivia is silent as Amy fingers her. As Amy fingers, she tilts her head to watch it disappear inside Olivia. "Faster," you mutter from under your hand. Amy picks up the pace and Olivia's breath gets heavy and synchronizes with the rhythm of the finger. You whisper to Amy, "Hear that breathing? It means she likes it. But I think she's trying to hide it so you and the class don't know." Amy looks at you without stopping and asks, "Why?" You smile and whisper, "Because she's too embarrassed." "Oh." It's difficult for you to read the expression on Amy's face. Does she like that Olivia's embarrassed? You whisper, "Why don't you go even faster and we'll see if she can still hide it?" A smirk appears on Amy's face as she obeys. Mrs. Curie turns to the class while this continues. "Anyone have a guess as to the effect of the mystery ingredient?" Soft grunts are the only noise in the room. "No one? OK then, we'll keep going." [[Continue->FistingOlivia10]]

Mrs. Curie holds up the beaker to Amy. She slows down before dipping her finger in again. Amy's about to re-insert it into her peer when Mrs. Curie grabs her by the shoulder and holds up two fingers. She wiggles them in front of Amy's face. "Oh," she says as she coats her middle finger, too. It's challenging to get that second finger in. The index finger enters without resistance, but the middle catches on the side of the vaginal entrance. "Hmm." She removes her finger and tries again with the middle finger first. That doesn't make it any easier. She twists her hand while pushing her index in. It's a tight fit but the index finger is able to squeeze its way past the entrance. Amy's index finger straightens to catch up with her middle finger. She twists her hand so that her palm faces the floor and the vaginal entrance bulges out around the fingers. Amy looks up at you and smiles. "Great job," you say. "You did that without any help!" She starts pumping with two fingers as she looks at you and you give her a smile and a nod to let her know she's on the right track. Then she looks at her teacher and receives more encouragement. With new found confidence, she turns to face Olivia's bottom and furrows her brow as she pumps faster. Amy's fingers catch on the labia minora as she pumps in. It causes them to curl inward, but when she pulls out they unfurl again. The lips flutter each time she pumps. Eventually, Amy pulls out to reapply lube and you see she's completely engaged on her task. Mrs. Curie grins at you and you smile back and nod. Amy pulls up her sleeve and bites her tongue as she pumps faster and faster. Olivia's breathing becomes shallow and you hear her swallow and gasp for breath. Her fingers become claw-like and dig into her bottom. Amy slows to a stop and Olivia is left panting on all fours. She reaches into the beaker and dips in 3 fingers. She's about to force them all in when Mrs. Curie stops her by grabbing her wrist and says, "Ah, one moment. Let's give the class a chance to guess first." You turn your back to the class and cover your mouth with both hands to hide your smile. To think that only 2 minutes ago Amy was terrified when Olivia groaned. Mrs. Curie turns to the class while holding Amy's wrist up high. "Can anyone guess the mystery ingredient now?" A drop of lube splatters from Amy's hand onto the floor.<<if $olivia_likes_mia>> Mia glances at others and wrinkles her forehead. "Is it something that makes her dry out?" "Incorrect." Nobody else has a guess.<</if>> You wonder if the lack of participation has to do with the class wanting to see Olivia suffer or if they really can't make a guess. You stand behind Olivia to check the damage. The hole looks a little swollen, tender, and pink. Some lube spilled out of her and is crawling down her inner thigh. Most importantly, there is a little gape. Enough to fit a finger in. It's not much, but you //can// see inside. Well, sort of. Without a proper light source you see a dark hole. "OK then, we'll keep going until someone can guess." Mrs. Curie releases Amy's arm and Amy coats the vagina with lube from her hand. Then she makes a point with her 3 fingers and touches that point to the vaginal entrance. Amy pushes the tip of her 3 fingers in. It takes a few minutes, but eventually Amy is pumping. No one can guess what the lube's mystery ingredient is. It's a struggle, but Amy is able to do the same with 4 fingers. When Amy removes her hand you decide you'd like to see the tunnel she's been boring through. You command Olivia to stop spreading her cheeks and spread her lips instead. She obeys by pulling them out and up. There's little hesitation, but you do hear her whine at the request. The outer lips are still the same color of her skin, indicating she's not turned on, but the inside is a dark shade of pink. This coloration is probably just from the friction. You pause to make sure the rest of the class has enough time to see the view then you bend over to focus on the close up details. The gape is impressive. You could probably fit 3 of your fingers in with ease. Amy's effort has created a teardrop-shaped hole between Olivia's lips. The narrow part of this teardrop is pointing at her clitoris and the hole is wide enough that some light can shine through so you can see the inside of her vagina clearly. When she swallows hard or flexes, you see the top and bottom of the canal collapse to touch, revealing some deep, pink ridges on the side closest to her clitoris. It opens up again when she relaxes. Now you can see there are actually ridges all around the canal with no particular pattern you can discern. You position Amy in front of you and put your hands on her shoulders and nudge her a bit. She lifts her chin and peers down inside. You bend down and put your chin near her shoulder. With a pointed finger you inquire, "Did you feel something squishy when you touched that bottom part?" She nods. "Know what it was?" "No," she whispers as she shuffles her feet. "That's her g-spot. It's got a weird, spongy feeling if you push against it but it feels good when you do so." She smiles with the corner of her mouth. "Wanna try again... just touching that part?" "OK," she says. She pushes the bottom of her index finger against the ridges. "Squishy," she whispers. Olivia clears her throat and her vaginal canal closes shut. This startles Amy and she jerks her hand back and giggles nervously while holding onto her wrist. She turns to you, bites her lip, and says, "It's kinda scary when it does that." "Don't worry. It won't bite you," you say. You stand up straight, give her a quick shoulder rub and guide her out of the way so the rest of the class can see Olivia's gape. [[Let's stop here. A gape has been made and that's all AB wanted->FistingOliviaStopEarly]] <<if $fp_vaginal_fisting>>\ [[Continue->FistingOlivia11]] <<elseif $fp_anal_fisting>>\ You excuse yourself for a moment and come back when Amy is wrapping things up. [[Continue->FistingOlivia13]] <</if>><<chardetail "Amy" "She vaginally fisted Olivia in Mrs. Curie's class to test out her lube.">>

You look up at the clock and say, "I really must be going," to the class. With a scurry, you walk to Mrs. Curie and whisper, "I have to write this up for AB before the day ends. I appreciate how flexible you were with this. It's not easy to come up with such a clever theme without notice." She nods and smiles. Her attention is clearly divided between you and the class. You take a step toward the door then realize you have more to say to Mrs. Curie. "I'd say Olivia has served her punishment, but if you want the other students to test out their lube on her, I'll leave that to your discretion." She nods and smiles, still not giving you her full attention. As the door shuts behind you, there's no indication that Mrs. Curie is going to stop. You confirm your suspicion by looking through the door: Casey walks up to Olivia and puts on a glove. [[Continue.->FistingOliviaABEmail]]

When you get back at your office, you type up an email: "Dear AB, "Just wanted to let you know that I was able to pull off your request and it went well. Originally, we planned to have every student try out the lube, but Olivia created a disturbance so we made her the sole subject of the experiment. She was quite embarrassed, but I needed to punish her for her repeated outbursts. The good news is, I think she'll be nicer to her peers in the future. "Mrs. Curie had a variety of additives for the lubrication, but in the end, I went with \ <<nobr>> <<switch $fo_vagina>> <<case "placebo">> traditional lube for <<case "menthol">> menthol for a tingly sensation in <<case "semen">> some semen I collected from the trans girls in <<case "relaxant">> muscle relaxant to loosen <</switch>> <</nobr>>\ <<if $fp_anal_fisting and ($fo_vagina is $fo_ass)>> her vagina and ass. \ <<elseif $fp_anal_fisting>> her vagina and \ <<nobr>> <<switch $fo_ass>> <<case "placebo">> traditional lube for <<case "spicy">> something spicy in <<case "semen">> some semen I collected from the trans girls in <<case "deep">> something special that allowed her to be fisted deep in <<case "relaxant">> muscle relaxant to loosen her up and allow Mia to go deep in <</switch>> <</nobr>> her ass.\ <<else>> her vagina.<</if>> "Sincerely,     "Principal $name" [[Office]]

"The whole thing?" Amy asks. "Uh huh," you reply. "Pinch your fingers together like a 'beak' then see how far you can fit it in there. The hardest part will be to get past your knuckles." She glances around with her mouth open but then it transitions to a closed smile. "OK!" she says with excitement. She dips her whole gloved hand into the beaker. The first two knuckles disappear without issue but when she gets to the 3rd knuckles it meets resistance. Mrs. Curie pours some lube over the top of Amy's hand and it slides down to the vagina. "Thanks," she says before pushing against the resistance. Olivia gasps and juts her hips forward, making the hand slip out.\ <<if $fo_vagina eq "menthol">> Olivia feels around at her vulva and says, "It feels weird." Mrs. Curie smiles and says, "That must be the mystery ingredient taking effect."\ <</if>> "Sorry," Olivia mutters. She goes back to where she was. \ <<if $fo_vagina eq "menthol">> You notice cute little goosebumps all over her backside. The texture reminds you of a basketball. Normally you'd restrain yourself from touching a student in this position, but in this case you can't seem to help yourself. With an intentionally slow drag, your index finger crawls from the top of Olivia's butt cheek at a diagonal angle toward her labia. You can't help but shiver as the tiny bumps pass by. Just as you're about to pet her right labia majora you remember it's covered with menthol lube and hold off. Amy's looking down and rolling her thumb and index finger together on her ungloved hand. Earlier, she got some lube on it when she moved Olivia's labia minora out of the way and it seems to be taking effect. She frowns, wipes her hand off on her skirt, then looks up at you. "My fingers feel cold." "Shh," Mrs. Curie says. "Let the other students have a chance to guess first. Don't worry, it won't hurt you." Amy shrugs and forms the beak again. She\ <<else>>\ Amy\ <</if>> pushes again, but Olivia still can't handle it. She collapses flat on her stomach and says, "I can't..." <<if $fo_vagina eq "menthol">> as she shivers on the desk.<</if>> "Come on," you say to Mrs. Curie as you wrap an arm under Olivia's leg to lift her back to where she was. Lube soaks through your sleeve. <<if $fo_vagina eq "menthol">>That's unfortunate. You guess you'll be feeling the effects of the lube soon, too. The important thing is that the punishment continues.<</if>> Mrs. Curie puts the beaker down and does the same to the other leg. Now you've secured Olivia's hips in place so Amy can push without having to worry about chasing a moving target. "Go on, dear." Amy looks a little concerned as she pushes against the resistance. Olivia lifts her head up toward the ceiling and releases a guttural grunt. Her legs tense up and you have to squeeze tight to hold her in place. The beak is slow but steady with its progress. Amy tries to be as gentle as possible given the circumstances but Olivia makes noises the whole way. "You're doing wonderful," Mrs. Curie encourages. Amy looks up and smiles in response. A moment later, her hand pops in past the knuckles<<if $fo_vagina is "relaxant">> and Olivia gasps in surprise then sighs.<<else>>. Olivia gasps and slumps in her position and places her head on the table to pant deep, slow breaths.<</if>> "Now, curl your hand into a fist," you advise.\ <<if $fo_vagina eq "menthol">> Amy begins to giggle and you see that Olivia's shivers are sending little vibrations down Amy's arm.\ <</if>> Mrs. Curie turns to the class and announces that the whole fist has been inserted. Suddenly, Olivia lifts up her head and says, "Ugh." Her legs tremble in your arms. When you turn to see the cause of the commotion Amy has a grin on her face and she's completely focused on her hand. What's happening? Whatever it is seems to be hidden inside Olivia's body but you can see Amy's forearm muscles flexing. "What are you doing there," you ask. She lifts up her other fist and wiggles her knuckles like she's rolling a coin between them. "How clever," Mrs. Curie comments. Amy smiles but doesn't lose focus. The classroom watches as Amy's hand movements rub against Olivia's internal folds, causing her to make embarrassing noises. At first, Olivia's voice trembles as she breathes, but Amy's persistent massage causes Olivia to start moaning. Everyone watches for a while until Mrs. Curie breaks the silence. "I think you finally found something Olivia actually likes." Amy pauses and says, "But, she's still squirming to get away." "That's OK," you say. "I think she's just too shy to admit she likes it in front of everyone. But, there are ways her body can tell you even if she pretends. See, look there." You point at Olivia's swollen lips. "They've turned nice and pink. Remember how they were pale earlier? That's an indication that she's aroused. Also," you point at her clitoris, "see how that little bump is peeking out of it's hood? That's another sign. When it pokes out like that it's its way of saying, 'I want you to come play with me'. So, you're making her very happy." "Hmm," Amy says as she tilts her head. There's a thick trail of lube running down the side of Olivia's clit hood. She dips her ungloved fingertip in it and strokes it across the smooth clit with a downward swipe. Olivia reacts by bucking her hips forward and this causes her vulva bulge out as it pulls against the fist. There's a sparkle in Amy's eyes. "Is that how I'm supposed to play with it?"<<if $fo_vagina eq "menthol">> You bite your lower lip and blush. That's going to be an intense tingling sensation all over Olivia's clit soon. You have a feeling that Amy's too innocent to realize what she just did but for some reason that turns you on even more.<</if>> "Very good," Mrs. Curie says. "But today we're focusing on these holes right here." "She's right," you say. "We can talk to Ms. Darwin later and ask about the right way to play with the clitoris then, OK?" Amy nods and wiggles her knuckles some more. <<if $fo_vagina eq "relaxant">>\ [[Continue->FistingOliviaVaginalRelaxant]]\ <<else>>\ [[Continue->FistingOlivia12]]\ <</if>>\

Amy furrows her brow as she looks at the ground. "What is it," you ask. "Feels... hard." "Hard? A hard spot?" She nods her head. "Is it big or small?" Her forearm flexes then she says, "Medium. Feels like-" She smiles when she says, "-A baby donut." You're confused, but Mrs. Curie says, "Ooh, I think that's her cervix!" The relaxant has taken some of its effect already. Olivia's vagina isn't clinging to Amy's wrist anymore. In fact, it's slack like a loose fitting sleeve. Grabbing Amy's arm by the wrist, you slide her hand out of the cavity and are surprised at how baggy it is. It doesn't shrink back to its normal size, rather, it freely hangs open on its own. The sensation must feel strange to Olivia, too, because she reaches back and feels it for a moment before you brush her hand away. Using Amy's fingertips as a tool, you trace around the edges of Olivia's vaginal entrance in a circular motion. When her fingertips brush against the pink ring it creates an indent, but when you glide Amy's fingers to another part the ring springs back with some elasticity. You wonder how much it could comfortably stretch. After dropping Amy's hand you put on some gloves, then you hook two fingers into the vagina on both sides and spread it open yourself. The gape is so wide the ceiling lights can shine in and reveal its healthy pink color. When you look down, you see the horizontal lines across her spongy g-spot. The pink color fades to purple the deeper you look and eventually you spot a tight cervix staring back at you. It's smooth and a little floppy looking, like it would look if someone vacuum pumped their lips. When you pry Olivia's hole wider, she grunts as the cervix moves toward you, but it doesn't come close enough for you to reach with your mouth. You tell Amy to hold one of the sides so you have a free hand to feel it like she did. After submerging your hand in lube, you form a beak and slide it in. As you root around for Olivia's cervix, you conclude this is by far the loosest vagina you've ever felt or seen. It's almost possible to fit your hand inside without brushing against the edges. You pull out and try to stick it back in while making a fist and she swallows the whole thing, easy. In a moment of distraction, you open your hand and pet the smooth sides of her canal. Though they provide no resistance to your touch, they feel soft and springy. The way Olivia's grunts and shifts her weight tells you she can feel everything you're doing. Even Amy looks intrigued. She tilts her head up to get a peek at what you're doing. Since you're past your wrist and it isn't covered by the glove, you can feel all the warmth radiating from inside her. It feels damp and moist, like on a humid day. You twist your fist so your palm faces down, uncurl your middle finger, and begin tickling her cervix. Olivia groans from this, but you pay her no attention. The cervix's firmness is an interesting contrast to all the soft flesh around it. Poking it a bit, you realize it's about as firm as the tip of a nose. Although you can't see what you're doing, you try to form a mental map of its shape with your fingertip. Your fingertip runs over a bump, sinks into a dimple, then rises up over the other lip of the cervix. You try to give it a gentle pinch, but it's not protruding enough to grip. [[Continue.->FistingOliviaVaginalRelaxant2]]\ <<chardetail "Olivia" "Muscle relaxant in her vagina loosened her up before the class.">>

When you slide your hand out of Olivia, Amy scoots over and holds the vagina open so the rest of the class can peer in. You contemplate what to do next. Mrs. Curie's still holding onto the beaker of muscle relaxant lube and there's plenty left. If you were to apply it to Olivia's cervix, it may open up a bit. Perhaps you could fit something inside. <<if $fp_pee and $fp_diaper>>And if you were to apply it to her urethra, she would likely urinate in front of the class, but it makes you a little uncomfortable thinking about her walking around the halls without having bladder control.<</if>> You want to apply lube to her cervix: <label>Yes <<radiobutton "$fo_relaxant_cervix" true checked>></label>\ <label>No <<radiobutton "$fo_relaxant_cervix" false>></label>\ <<if $fp_pee and $fp_diaper>>\ You want to apply lube to her urethra: <label>Yes <<radiobutton "$fo_relaxant_urethra" true checked>></label>\ <label>No <<radiobutton "$fo_relaxant_urethra" false>></label>\ <<else>>\ <<set $fo_relaxant_urethra to false>>\ <</if>> [[Continue.->FistingOliviaVaginalRelaxant3]]

You dunk your hand in lube\ <<if $fo_relaxant_urethra and $fo_relaxant_cervix>>\ , slide it deep inside Olivia, and slather as much as you can across her cervix. Once satisfied that you've coated it enough, you remove your hand, stick it back in the lube, and drop a dollop of it onto her urethra. It just sits there for now, but you tell her to stay still so it will relax her muscles so it will eventually slip inside her.\ <<elseif $fo_relaxant_urethra>>\ and once satisfied that you've coated it enough, drop a dollop of it onto her urethra. It just sits there for now, but you tell her to stay still so it will relax her muscles so it will eventually slip inside her.\ <<elseif $fo_relaxant_cervix>>\ , slide it deep inside Olivia, and slather as much as you can across her cervix.\ <<else>>\ <<goto "FistingOlivia12">>\ <</if>> <<if $fo_relaxant_urethra>>\ <<set $pause_hucow_scenes to true>>\ Olivia has been remarkably obedient for most of her punishment, but the idea of urinating in front of the class is enough for her to beg for mercy. You assure her that after everything she's already gone through, this isn't that bad. Since Olivia may lose control of her bladder at any time, you have Amy fetch an empty beaker and hold it under Olivia to catch any liquid. Once corrected by you, she lowers the beaker in her hands so the class will have a clear view of the stream exiting her body. Nothing happens for a while, but then Olivia's urethra grows from a tiny pink slit to a black dot. A little urine dribbles out then some of the lube seeps into her like a straw slurping up liquid. Amy says, "Oh!" as she adjusts the beaker to catch it but the first drop hits the floor. For about a minute, the urine drips out of her like a leaky faucet. Each golden drop splatters as it hits the glass bottom of the container. There's two muscles that hold in urine and the one at the tip of the pee hole has been relaxed by the lube, but it'll take some time for the one by the bladder to be affected by it. Olivia whimpers like a puppy as you wait. Suddenly, her whimpers get louder and more pathetic and a jet of urine shoots out of her. Losing control of her bladder seems to be very stressful to her. The stream has some force to it, and when it sprays against the side of the beaker Amy flinches, but she doesn't get splattered. Olivia lowers her body toward the beaker, perhaps to hide her shame, but you gently press up against her bottom to keep it raised for the class to see. Providing commentary, you comment on the consistency of the urine. Although it hisses out of her in a light yellow color, it is much darker when it collects in the beaker. There are very few bubbles. Amy crinkles her nose, frowns at you, and says, "Smells." Hearing that makes Olivia whimper a bit louder. You take a whiff and smile down at Amy. "It's not so bad, is it? Smells a little like green tea to me. Mixed with almonds, maybe?" Amy shakes her head in disagreement. Soon, the stream dies down to a trickle and you hand Amy a Kleenex to wipe Olivia off. There's something cute about the way Amy does it. She bites her lip and furrows her brow as she stands on her tippy-toes (even though she's tall enough to reach without doing so) then she shrugs as she waits for someone to take the Kleenex from her. It has a couple of faint yellow spots on it, but otherwise doesn't look too wet. You pluck it from her hands, drop it in the beaker with the rest of the urine, then leave the beaker on a desk so it won't interfere. <<chardetail "Olivia" "You put muscle relaxant on her urethra and she urinated in front of the class.">>\ <<chardetail "Amy" "She collected Olivia's urine when muscle relaxant was placed on Olivia's urethra.">>\ <</if>>\ <<if $fo_relaxant_cervix>>\ Just like before, you pry Olivia's vagina open with your index and middle fingers on each side and shine the classroom light in it so you can see if it's opened. It hasn't. Perhaps you didn't apply enough? You apply even more until you're confident it will work eventually, then you wait patiently as you watch. In contrast to her pink vagina, the hole to her cervix has a dull red color. The hole isn't uniform in shape either. That is, it's not a perfect circle, but it seems to have rough edges all around. Of course, it's difficult to tell this at a distance, but with your face so close to her vagina, you can see every detail. She doesn't seem to appreciate it, but you repeatedly rub your fingers against her vaginal walls to give Olivia a gentle massage from the inside. Before long, Olivia's cervix hole widens. You're sure of it because there's more dull red color than before. Thankfully the lighting is great in the classroom, so you can even see a bit into the cervix hole, but not deep enough to see what's behind it. Olivia grunts as you stretch her open to her limit, trying to get a better look. The cervix is so close to your mouth, but still too far away to reach with your lips or tongue. Puckering your lips, you gently blow on it and Olivia shudders at first as you do, but she eventually gets used to the sensation. When you puff, the lube scatters in this direction or that, and you can use is to guide your aim until you're confident that you're hitting your intended target. Knowing that you're blowing directly into her womb <<crotch both penis>>immediately gives you an erection. <</crotch>><<crotch vagina>>immediately makes you wet. <</crotch>> <<linkreplace "You want to see if you can fit a finger into her cervix." t8n>>\ Without saying anything, you eagerly slide your fist back into Olivia and uncurl your middle finger. Eventually you discover the little dimple that leads into her womb and are sure cervix hole is bigger than before. But, if it's even possible to fit, it's going to be a tight squeeze. Her firm cervix surrounds the tip of your finger like a crown. Olivia immediately gasps and moves forward when you apply a little pressure, but after you scold her she leans back to where she was. She's even polite enough to rest her cervix hole on your finger. Maybe Olivia should be the one in control here. You tell her to go at her own pace, but to try to swallow your digit. She hesitates at first, but when you encourage her a second time, she wiggles her bottom back toward your finger. At first, your finger slips and slides down the side of her smooth cervix, but then Olivia adjusts herself back on it. She grunts uncomfortably as she attempts to swallow your fingertip. Slowly but surely, you feel a snug pressure moving down your finger until it reaches the first knuckle. You're so excited you can't help but wiggle it, but it makes Olivia sputter and lay flat on the desk. In complete contrast to Olivia's vagina, her cervix hole is so tight and firm. The noises coming from Olivia are ambiguous so it's unclear if she loves this or hates it, but rather than stop, you try different techniques. Swirling your finger around the canal seems to get the biggest reaction, that is, until you try sliding your finger back and forth. Even though you're going as slow as you can, you hear her nails digging into the desk. Your breath is heavy, but you try to compose yourself before you turn to the class and announce that you're in her cervix. After pumping a little more, you finally ask Olivia, "Does that feel good?" As if expecting the question, she immediately says, "No." That's unfortunate. Although, maybe she's too embarrassed to tell you the truth in front of the class. You give her cervix one last slow pump, then remove your finger. Although not as dramatic, it reminds you of removing a cork from a bottle and Olivia collapses when your finger is removed. You weren't able to get past your first knuckle because you hit resistance. It's probably because the lube only loosened the entrance but didn't coat the rest of the canal. <<chardetail "Olivia" "You fit the tip of your finger into her cervix.">>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <<chardetail "Olivia" "You put muscle relaxant on her cervix and loosened it up.">>\ <</if>> [[Continue.->FistingOlivia12]]

<<if $fo_vagina eq "menthol">>\ <<include "FistingOliviaMentholOrgasm">> <</if>>\ <<if $fo_vagina isnot "relaxant">>\ "Maybe you should pull out now," you whisper to Amy. Her lips press tight and she says, "OK." "Go very slow. Massage her vulva with your other hand so she relaxes first." She pets the lips on each side of her wrist. They're shiny and dripping with lubrication. Olivia's breathing slows as she relaxes and when she swallows, she spreads wider. Amy pulls slowly. The fold of skin where the lips meet at the top of the wrist protrude out further than you've seen before. Olivia tries to back up with the wrist but you stop her from moving with your arm. As Amy's hand tries to slip free, Olivia makes a long, stressful groan. Then Amy's hand pops out all at once and she lifts her fist in the air like a trophy. You clutch your chest with your free hand: She wasn't supposed to remove her hand while making a fist. But you suppose that's your fault since you didn't explicitly tell her that. No words come out of Mrs. Curie's mouth, but it looks like she's stammering. She snaps out of it when you release Olivia's legs and Olivia collapses flat on the desk. Olivia gets back up on all fours and feels her tender vulva before spreading it again. <<else>>Once your hand is removed, Olivia reaches back and feels her tender vulva before spreading it again. <</if>>You wish you could read her thoughts. All the pink folds that are normally hidden deep inside are now visible to the class. It must be strange and surprising to be able to feel them. Her vagina is wide open and there are milky white streaks of her own juices that have mixed with the lube. These streaks are probably too small to see from the student's seats, so you let the class know they're there. <<if $fo_vagina isnot "relaxant">>You wager you could fit 2 fingers in the gape without touching the sides. Maybe even 3, but you wouldn't bet money on it.<</if>> Mrs. Curie asks, but nobody can guess the mystery ingredient. \ <<if $fo_vagina eq "placebo">>\ You smile, knowing full well the mystery ingredient is just a placebo.\ <<elseif $fo_vagina eq "semen">>\ You smile, knowing full well there is no mystery ingredient. <<include "FistingOliviaVaginaSemen">>\ <<elseif $fo_vagina eq "menthol">>\ "Give them a hint, Olivia." "It- it feels kind of numb." Kira raises her hand. "Is it a nerve toxin?" "No, but that's a good guess. Amy, how about you give the next hint?" "It feels... cold?" Mia raises her hand and Mrs. Curie calls on her. "Is it spearmint?" "Yes! Menthol, to be specific but it's from a spearmint extract. Very good guess. It gives you a nice tingly feeling, too." She asks Olivia, "It feels nice, yes?" There's no response.\ <<elseif $fo_vagina eq "relaxant">>\ "Give them a hint, Olivia." Olivia sighs and says, "I... I can't squeeze, but I could feel everything." Mia thrusts her hand into the air and when you call on her she says, "Muscle relaxant?" "That's right!" you say. "Very good guess."\ <</if>> <<if $fo_relaxant_urethra>>\ [[Let's stop here. A gape has been made and that's all AB wanted->FistingOliviaDiaper]]\ <<else>>\ [[Let's stop here. A gape has been made and that's all AB wanted->FistingOliviaStopEarly]]\ <</if>> <<if $fp_anal_fisting>>[[You're not really sure which hole AB wanted gaped. Better to be safe than sorry.->FistingOlivia13]]<</if>>

<<set $fo_saw_anal to true>>\ <<set $pause_hucow_scenes to true>>\ Mrs. Curie turns to Amy and says, "You've done great, dear. I know we said you'd stay until someone guesses but I didn't expect it to take this long. How about you take your seat and we give someone else a chance before time runs out?" Amy purses her lips and nods. She throws her glove in the trash and walks back to her seat while you and Mrs. Curie give her a little golf clap and compliment her on a job well done. "Who's next," Mrs. Curie asks. Mia is the only one to raise her hand. You'd like to call on someone else, but there are no other volunteers. Before you can pick someone, Mrs. Curie beckons her with a smile and she comes to the front of the class with her beaker of lube. Mrs. Curie mixes in the mystery ingredient for the anus and you say, "Let's see how far you can get into the other hole before someone guesses." <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>Mia closes her eyes and takes a calming breath<<else>>She bites her lower lip<</if>> as she puts on the gloves. She dips her finger tip into the beaker and rubs it up and down the butt crack. On first contact, Olivia tenses up and squeezes her butt tight. <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>"Sorry," Mia whispers.<</if>> She reapplies more until the crack is coated with a glossy sheen. Olivia spreads her vulva wide and - although it gives you a nice view - it's not really helping. "Olivia," you say, "you should go back to spreading your bottom." When she spreads you see the circular pink sphincter again and Mia did a good job coating it. <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>Mia whispers, "I'm going to go slow, OK? You let me know if it hurts and I'll go even slower." Olivia seems to relax when she hears those words.<<else>>Mia smiles and circles it with her index finger just to play with it longer. She presses a little harder and slows down her circling. The wrinkles are pulled in the direction her finger moves as it passes by. "Having fun," you ask. She licks her lips and smiles without turning to you. "Uh huh." "It might be fun to play inside, too," you hint.<</if>> Mia places the tip of her index finger at the entrance of the anus and lets Olivia get accustomed to the sensation. Her finger moves in very small circles to brush against each part of the ring. It takes a few seconds, but eventually you see the sphincter relax. That's when Mia applies a bit of pressure. The ring grow in size as it swallows the tip. Olivia clears her throat, the anus tightens, and it pushes Mia's finger out. <<if not $olivia_likes_mia>>For some that delights Mia. She smiles and tickles the anus while she waits for it to relax again.<</if>> Mrs. Curie tells Olivia, "You're going to want to relax even more than that. Trust me, it'll be a lot worse if you fight it. Is this your first time?" Olivia sniffles and says, "Yes." Mrs. Curie announces that fact to the class and Olivia groans. <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>"Just... don't say anything they can use against you," Mia says as she pats Olivia's bottom.<</if>> The anus relaxes and Mia pushes in again. This time her finger goes in to the first knuckle. Mia inhales loudly as her eyes open wider. "Oh wow. I feel the, um, second ring." She pushes again. <<if $fo_ass eq "deep">>Olivia gasps as the whole finger slides in. Mia's a little surprised at how easy that was. <<else>>Olivia gasps and lifts her bottom into the air as it slides deeper. "Shh," Mrs. Curie hushes her as she rubs her back and pushes her back down. "It's fine. Just relax." The finger slowly disappears inside Olivia until Mia can go no further.<</if>> <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>"Are you ok," Mia asks Olivia as she rubs her bottom. She gives one of her butt cheeks a little kiss to calm her. Whispering, she says, "I'm all the way in." Olivia's a little surprised to hear that. She lifts her bottom and tucks her chin to get a peek, but she can't see at that angle. "I'm going to go in and out now to loosen you up. I'll be as gentle as I can." She goes back to putting her face on the desk and braces for what's next.<<else>>\ Mia murmurs something about wearing some 'Olivia jewelry' as she admires the way the anus is wrapped around her finger. She strokes the top of the anus with her ungloved hand and it makes the anus clench tighter on her inserted finger. "Aww, he likes me," she says. Apparently she's decided Olivia's anus is male. She continues to pet it until Olivia gets used to the sensation and is able to relax while being stroked. Mia leans in and spreads some anus wrinkles with her index and middle finger. After swallowing hard, she exhales. "They're so cute." Moving her fingertips, she spreads a different set of wrinkles. You get the impression that she could waste the whole class analyzing Olivia's wrinkles if you let her. "Remember why you're here, Mia," you say. She looks up at you startled.<</if>> <<if $fo_ass eq "deep">>\ She slowly pulls her finger out until there's only one knuckle inside. It doesn't meet much resistance. As Mia pushes in again, Mrs. Curie pours some lube on Olivia's crack and lets it drip to the finger. This process repeats a few times and when she pushes in, Olivia grunts. Most of the lube ends up at the top of her anus, but some of it goes inside. Mia is able to pump pretty fast without any struggle. Its tight grip became elastic relatively quick. Maybe Mia will be able to fit another finger inside.\ <<elseif $fo_ass eq "relaxant">>\ She slowly pulls her finger out until there's only one knuckle inside. It doesn't meet much resistance. As Mia pushes in again, Mrs. Curie pours some lube on Olivia's crack and lets it drip to the finger. This process repeats a few times and when she pushes in, Olivia grunts. Most of the lube ends up at the top of her anus, but some of it goes inside. The anus becomes so loose that Mia can lower her finger and you can see her rectum through the top. Its tight grip has become elastic. It should be easy for Mia to fit another finger inside. <<else>>\ She slowly pulls her finger out until there's only one knuckle inside. The anus protrudes out as it grips on the finger. As Mia pushes again, Mrs. Curie pours some lube on Olivia's crack and lets it drip to the finger. This process repeats a few times and when she pushes in, Olivia grunts. Most of the lube ends up at the top of her anus, but some of it goes inside. After enough pumps, the anus is lubricated enough that it doesn't pucker out that much when she pulls. Its tight grip has become elastic. Maybe Mia will be able to fit another finger inside.\ <</if>> You let Mia know that's probably as loose as she's going to get with one finger so she pulls it out. She puts both thumbs on either side of the anus right near the sphincter and massages it with circling motions. Mia's breathing becomes heavy as she stares at the hole. She looks back at the class for a moment and does her best to block their view. "Can I kiss it," <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>she asks Olivia. "Are you crazy!" she whispers back so loud she's practically yelling. "Do you not understand how embarrassing this is for me?" You tap Mia on the shoulder and say, <<else>>she asks you. <</if>>"Go ahead, but be quick about it." Mia puts her hands on her knees and bends forward. She gives the anus a little peck with her puckered lips. When it makes contact, Olivia's anus puckers back as a reflex and for a brief moment the two share a dirty kiss. Mia lifts her head, closes her eyes, and sighs. "It kissed me back," she says. Then she wipes the lube off her lips and becomes aware of her surroundings. <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>"I'm sorry, I-I can't help myself." Olivia grunts with irritation. "Whatever. It's not the worst thing to happen to me today."<</if>> Nobody can guess the mystery ingredient so you keep going. It takes 10 minutes of additional class time, but Mia is able to fit 4 fingers in. When she removes her hand, you see a nice anal gape that you can probably fit a finger in without brushing against her anus walls. The gape isn't circular, it kind of looks like the silhouette of a snowman. Olivia spreads herself before the class and shows them the dark cavern Mia has created. You're lucky that Olivia coughs because it lets you see the gaped anus <<if $fo_vagina neq "relaxant">>and vagina <</if>>snap shut. <<if $fp_farting>>They each make a lewd hissing sound as air rushes out of both. The air hisses back in a moment later when they gape back open. "Gross," says a student at the middle of the class. Olivia whines in embarrassment. You turn to see who said it, but you see a sea of potential people. Everyone looks a little disturbed. "It's OK," you say. "It was only air escaping."<</if>> <<if $fo_relaxant_urethra>>\ [[It's time to leave. A gape has been made and that's all AB wanted->FistingOliviaDiaper]]\ <<else>>\ [[It's time to leave. A gape has been made and that's all AB wanted->FistingOliviaStopEarly]]\ <</if>> [[Continue->FistingOlivia14]]<<chardetail "Mia" "She anally fisted Olivia in Mrs. Curie's class to test out her lube.">>

With everyone dumbfounded by the mystery ingredient, the punishment continues. Like Amy before her, Mia forms a beak with her hand and pushes it into Olivia's loose orifice. <<if $fo_ass eq "deep" or $fo_ass eq "relaxant">>Mia pushes, Olivia gasps, and it pops in. She looks back and says, "That felt big. Is the whole thing in?"<<else>>Her hand gets stuck on the biggest knuckles. Mia pushes, Olivia gasps, and it pops in. "Oh god!" she yells. "That hurt. Is it in?"<</if>> "It's in," Mrs. Curie says. <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>"Sorry," Mia apologizes. She<<else>>Mia<</if>> looks at her arm with wonder. "Wow... that's amazing." She begins pumping slowly. When Mia pushes in, the entire anus sinks in, too. But when she pulls out, it forms a tight ring that sucks around her wrist. She looks up and asks Olivia, "Does that even feel good?" There's no response. <<if $fo_ass neq "relaxant" and $fo_ass neq "deep">>Mia looks down and can't help herself from pumping a few more times. It seems like her favorite part is when she pulls her arm back. When she does so, the sphincter catches on the back of her fist and bulges out a bit. She's enthralled by the ring the anus makes when this happens, specifically the ridges. Each time she pumps, a smile grows a little wider on Mia's face. "What are you smiling at," you ask. Gently tugging back and holding the position, she shows you how the anus ring bulges out. She giggles<<if $olivia_likes_mia>> and whispers to you so Olivia can't hear<</if>>, "I'm wearing an 'Olivia bracelet'." You squint when you hear her joke and she glances around the room. "Sorry." After looking down to bite the corner of her lip, she lifts her ungloved index finger to her wrist and strokes the anus ridges. Her fingertip runs across a few bumps and she closes her eyes and smiles. "It sucked on me when I did that," she says. When she slowly opens her eyes you can tell she's going to do that again so you pay closer attention this time. She traces her finger from the top of the protruding anus down to the bottom then she lifts her finger and does the same down the other side. The anus clenches and pulses around Mia's wrist as she tickles it and it makes Olivia whine. Mia's breathing slows down and becomes heavy. She closes her eyes to focus as she continues to pamper the ring and give it all her attention. Each little tickle makes the ring throb, but it throbs a little less each time until Olivia becomes accustomed to the touch and stops whining. Mia frowns a bit when she realizes her little bracelet won't twitch anymore. She resorts to pumping a little faster than before.<<else>>She assumes it feels good and starts pumping her fist.<</if>> Olivia can't hold back her moans any longer and Mia smiles <<if $fo_ass eq "relaxant">>and closes her eyes <</if>>when she hears them. "More lube please," she says without opening her eyes. Mrs. Curie pours some on her wrist. Mia puts her other hand to her mouth and seductively licks the lube off of her index finger. With a grin, she opens her eyes halfway and looks at you. She slows down to pet the anus a few times. Although the effect is very subtle, each time her finger passes a wrinkle, it both flattens and pulls it in the direction of the finger. Mia puts her finger directly into her mouth and sucks it clean, but you and Mrs. Curie are the only ones who can see her do this because her back is to the class. Mrs. Curie seems a little grossed out by the act and when Mia notices she blushes a little and doesn't do it again. The shame snaps Mia out of her stupor. <<if (not $olivia_likes_mia) and $fp_painal and ($fo_ass eq "placebo" or $fo_ass eq "semen")>>\ Under her breath, you hear Olivia mutter, "whore." Mia overhears it and is visibly upset. [[Encourage Mia to be rougher. She should take advantage of this rare opportunity to punish her bully.->FistingOliviaPainal1]] <</if>>\ <<if $fo_ass eq "spicy">>\ [[Continue->FistingOliviaSpicy]]\ <<elseif $fo_ass eq "deep" or $fo_ass eq "relaxant">>\ [[Continue->FistingOliviaDeep]]\ <<else>>\ [[Continue->FistingOlivia15]]\ <</if>>

"Mia," you whisper. She turns to you and blinks rapidly. "Remember how Olivia always bullies you? Now's the perfect time to get back at her." She furrows her brow and looks around the room before making eye contact with you again. "But, she'd just beat me up when class is over." "What if I could promise to protect you from that?" "How could you do that?" she asks with a raised eyebrow. Whispering, you say, "I'll tell her, 'If you ever bully Mia again, you'll be punished'. Then she wouldn't risk it, right?" You both turn to Olivia and hear her sniffle. It's a reminder to Mia how much Olivia would hate another punishment. Her face lights up. "That would be great! Could you tell her that now?" "I'll tell her after class, but only if you do something for me first." She leans forward and asks, "What?" "Give her a little payback," you say with a grin. She looks down and points at her gloved wrist. The fist is still swallowed by Olivia's anus. "With this?" You make eye contact with Mrs. Curie as you tell Mia, "Show us how fast and strong you are." Mia pinches her bottom lip between her thumb and index and says, "Hmm. Maybe she'll like it?" You can't envision a world where that would be true. [[Actually, this is pretty disturbing and cruel. Let's not do it.->FistingOlivia15]] [[Only one way to find out. Don't stop until I say so.->FistingOliviaPainal2]]

"Thank you very much, Mia," Mrs. Curie says. "Anyone have a guess as to the mystery ingredient?" A few students guess but none of them are correct. "Well then, perhaps you should sit down and we'll call the next student up." Mia nods and slowly removes her hand from Olivia's anus. It's become extremely tender from all the fisting and Olivia squeals as Mia's hand frees itself from the cavity. Slowly, more and more of Mia's wrist reveals itself until the anus widens to a point where it can eject the hand. Once Mia's able to pull the base of her hand out, the rest slips out easy. Unlike Amy, Mia had enough sense to form a 'beak' as she pulled out. Olivia slumps slightly when the hand evacuates. For a moment, you see her bright red insides, then the anus contracts and hides the tender folds from view. Her anus looks puffy and a lot less wrinkly than before the punishment started. "Spread please," you insist. Olivia grabs her cheeks and holds them open for the class. "No, from inside, please." <<if $fp_puffy_anus>>Olivia sighs and slumps more. She hooks two fingers from each hand into her anus and pulls horizontally. This makes her anus blossom like a beautiful flower. The red petals escape from the rectum and bulge out toward the students. Mia's eyes light up and she strokes the flower with her ungloved fingers. <</if>>\ You clear your throat and she steps to the side so the rest of the class can see, but she doesn't stop watching it. Mrs. Curie says, "Thank you so much for that demonstration. You can go back to your desk now, Mia."\ <<if not $olivia_likes_mia>> Mia stares at her gloved hand. "Wait." She sucks on her lip then asks, "Can I do the other one, too?" "The other what," Mrs. Curie asks. She points at the vagina with her gloved hand and says in a quiet, low tone, "I wanna do that one, too." Mrs. Curie holds out the box of gloves and says, "We don't have a lot of time but if you make it quick..." "No," she whispers with a sultry voice, "I-I want to... I want to do it with this glove." She points at the one she's currently wearing. The one that has just been deep inside Olivia's rectum. It doesn't //look// dirty, but you know where it's been. Mrs. Curie's curled lip and wrinkled nose says everything. Mia turns to you in desperation and grabs your sleeve with her ungloved hand. "Please, Principal $name! Can I?" She tugs on you a few times. That's really dirty. But the goal is to punish Olivia and that certainly would be a punishment. On the other hand... that's really dirty. [[Allow Mia to fist Olivia's vagina with the dirty glove.->FistingOliviaA2V]] <<linkreplace "That's too dirty. You forbid it." t8n>>\ "That's too dirty, even for my tastes." She pouts but accepts your decision. [[Continue->FistingOlivia16]]\ <</linkreplace>>\ <<else>> [[Continue->FistingOlivia16]]\ <</if>>

"Only one way to find out," you say. "But don't stop until I say so." She inhales deeply and says, "OK," as she exhales. Slowly, she increases the speed of her fisting. At first, Olivia doesn't notice. Mia aggressively speeds up and Olivia grunts and spreads her fingers wide, lifting her fingers off her butt cheeks. A little faster still and Olivia clenches her fingers and digs her nails into her butt. Olivia's hands begin to shake and she whimpers. With a trembling voice, Olivia cries out, "Too fast!" The fist doesn't slow down and she screams, "Stop!" Olivia has been surprisingly obedient up to this point but it seems you finally found her breaking point. Mia looks at you for guidance while maintaining that speed. You shake your head. Mia understands the message. She bites her tongue, looks down, and pumps even faster. "Oh god," Olivia screams. "Please! Please!" Her anus flutters in and out with Mia's arm. You're concerned Mia isn't pacing herself properly. You hope she'll be able to maintain this speed for a while but she may already be going as fast as she can. Olivia is reduced to repeating "No" over and over again as she prays for mercy. You're delighted to see Mia go even faster. Olivia breaks down completely and starts bawling loudly in front of the whole class. They look concerned for Olivia's safety. She reaches behind herself to hold onto Mia's wrist in an attempt to slow the rate of the fisting. Unfortunately, Mia's wrist is covered in lube so Olivia can't make an effective grip. She can wrap her hand around Mia's wrist but it doesn't slow Mia down much. Olivia lifts her feet in the air so only her knees and face are on the table. The pain is so much that her whole body shivers. She gives a long, high pitched cry as Mia speeds up even more. You wager Mia's doing 2 pumps a second at this point. Olivia reaches behind herself with her other arm and wraps both hands around Mia's wrist. Suddenly, Olivia is completely quiet. You tilt your head as you watch. Olivia's fingers clench into two claws around Mia's wrist and Olivia starts screaming again at the top of her lungs. Apparently the pain was so much that it had a similar effect to knocking the wind out of her. The pain is such that Olivia would do anything to escape it. She resorts to scratching at Mia's forearm to get her to stop. As soon as you see this you and Mrs. Curie hook your arm under Olivia's by the elbow and lift so she can't reach Mia. Mia grunts then says, "Thanks, but I can't go any faster." "You're doing great, dear," Mrs. Curie says. You nod slowly in agreement. "More importantly, your lubrication is holding up very well. I haven't reapplied yet." Mia smiles and says, "Thanks," without looking up. "Just keep going that fast for as long as you can," you add. Olivia struggles to free herself from Mrs. Curie and your arms, but she's far too weak from all the pain she's incurring. Her fingers wiggle as they make a futile attempt to reach the wrist that's pumping inside her. You can hear Olivia's spit land on the floor as she cries without shame. Her buttocks jiggles as the fist goes in and out. Olivia leans forward to move away from the fist. You and Mrs. Curie allow her to lay down on the desk and cry. Mia has to take a little step forward so her fist doesn't slip out. You slowly lower Olivia's arms and she obediently rests them at her sides without trying to stop the fist this time. She just sobs loudly on the desk. You rub the small of Olivia's back and comfort her with a soothing voice. It seems she's completely broken now. Although she can't stop crying, she's lost the will to fight back. She doesn't even scream for it to stop anymore. She just lays there and takes it with an occasional full body quiver. Soon after Mrs. Curie joins in on the back rub, Mia sighs and says, "I don't think I can go anymore. My arm hurts." You smile and tell Mia, "Thank you. You did great." Mia slows down to a stop but does not remove her hand. Her other arm falls to her side and she looks at Olivia's body and frowns. "Mia?" You rest your hand on her shoulder. She jumps and looks at you. "You did great," you repeat. She swallows hard and says, "thanks," in a monotone voice. "It's ok," you say. "I'll tell her not to bully you after class." It doesn't seem to lift her spirits much. She turns to Olivia and watches her catch her breath as she cries on the desk. You wait for her to recover. Eventually she sits back up on all fours. [[Continue->FistingOlivia15]]<<chardetail "Olivia" "She was painfully fisted by Mia in Mrs. Curie's class.">><<chardetail "Mia" "She painfully fisted Olivia in Mrs. Curie's class.">>

You smile and pat Mia's head. She giggles and says with glee, "Thank you! I promise I'll be quick!" Olivia looks behind her and protests. "No! I won't let you!" She lays down flat on her stomach and crosses her ankles to prevent access. "Come on," you tell Mrs. Curie as you hook your arm under Olivia's quadriceps. "We don't really have enough time for this," Mrs. Curie replies as she rolls her earlobe between her fingers and avoids eye contact. You clench your jaw then say, "We'll make time." Mrs. Curie frowns then nods. She wraps her arm around Olivia's other leg and helps you lift her up on all fours. Olivia is kicking and screaming the whole time. It's a challenge, but you're able to pry her legs open. Not for long, though. She reaches behind her to remove your arms. You turn to the students and say, "Kira. Casey. Get up here and hold her arms for me." They run to the front of the class to avoid being punished themselves. Each of them hold an arm up high above Olivia's back. Kira uses her other arm to pin Olivia down by her upper back and it forces Olivia's butt into air. This makes it much easier to spread Olivia's knees. Mia jumps up and down a few times then reaches toward Olivia's vagina. She strokes it with the back of her hand. Olivia screams and shifts the weight of her hips to avoid the dirty caress. Mia lowers her hand and circles the clitoris with her index finger. "Don't fucking touch me!" she yells at Mia. Ignoring her, she raises her hand again and pets the swollen vagina flesh with her fingertips. Mrs. Curie grunts, "Hurry up. We can't hold her down like this forever." Mia slowly closes her eyes and nods. She feels around to find the entrance, and slowly slides her index finger in. Olivia squeals and kicks her shins against the desk. Mia opens her eyes and inhales deeply with her mouth open. She circles the vagina with her index finger then slides in the rest of her fingers. There's not much resistance because Olivia is still stretched by what Amy had done earlier. Mia does have to give a little push to fit her whole fist inside. Mia shivers when her fist enters. As she trembles she says, "Thank you," but it's unclear who she's saying it to. Olivia screams for Mia to stop but Mia seems to be oblivious to it. She's completely focused on her fist and pumps it sensually into Olivia. As the polluted lube from Olivia's ass coats her vaginal walls, Mia licks her lips and exhales forcefully. You hear her whisper, "So dirty..." as she pushes. Once Olivia comes to the realization that the damage has been done, she goes limp in your arms and begins to cry. You decide to let go and everyone else follows your lead. Mia continues to mutter to herself about how dirty this is. Her tone is very strange; as if she's being affectionate toward Olivia instead of derogatory about it. With her ungloved hand, she rubs one of Olivia's butt cheeks and whispers, "See? Not so bad." Olivia's sobbing gradually stops and she takes the fist quietly. She accepts her fate with an occasional sniffle. "There you go," Mia coos. She whispers, "This is so much more special than when Amy did it, huh? Because-" she smiles, "- we're mixing your juices together inside you." The other students look a little disturbed. Olivia's vagina makes a lewd slurping noise when the seal breaks around Mia's wrist. "OK, Mia," you interrupt. "We've got to move on to the next part of class." The other students return back to their desk as Mia gently removes her hand from Olivia's vagina. When her hand is removed she thanks you profusely for letting you do that and lets you know how much it meant to her. [[Continue->FistingOlivia16]]<<chardetail "Mia" "She fisted Olivia in her vagina after fisting her in her anus.">>

<<set $has_futa_semen_jar to false>><<if $olivia_likes_mia>>Mia reassures Olivia that the hardest part is now over. It should be easy now that she's over the initial stretching.<</if>> Mia sits back at her desk, but, unlike Amy, she takes her glove with her. She probably has sordid plans for it later. Olivia looks behind her to beg for mercy. Mrs. Curie replies, "Nonsense! There's plenty of students left and nobody has even guessed this mystery ingredient yet." "There's no question you have put up with a lot," you say to Olivia. "As a small reward, I'll allow you to stop spreading. You may put your hands on the desk." She grunts as she lays her forearms flat. Her shoulders slump and she rests her forehead on the table. Mrs. Curie holds up the same mystery ingredient and asks who wants to go next. You interrupt and say, "Mrs. Curie, I have to get going and won't be able to stick around for the reveal.\ <<if $fo_ass eq "semen">> But before I leave, I'd like to use an ingredient from my <<purse>>." You walk over to it and lift out the jar of semen. "Do you have a spoon?" Mrs. Curie walks to a desk and hands you some measuring spoons of different sizes. They're attached to each other by a ring on the back. "How are you going to use that," she asks. "I wasn't planning on anything fancy," you say. "I was just going to spoon some into her." Olivia looks back to see what you're doing and makes a concerned face. You remove the lid and the musky smell of old semen overpowers your nostrils. "It's quite ripe," you say, turning up your nose. Mrs. Curie plugs hers and nods. She offers you some gloves and you shake your head. "No need." You pull a chair up to Olivia. Her gaping anus stares back at you. It's about as big as the hole in your hand when you make an 'OK' symbol. The sphincter forms a circular hole and through that hole is a deep, dark cavern. In its relaxed state it stays open, but if you watch it long enough, it sometimes closes like a camera shutter. You use the teaspoon to scoop up some goo from the jar. Her anus is stretched so wide you're able to insert it without brushing against her anus. Rotating your hand 180 degrees, you wait for the goop to spill out of the cup, but it's so thick it doesn't come out on its own. With a little shake, it flings out to the side. When the cool semen hits her anal wall, the temperature difference makes her anus clench around the stem of the spoon. You smile and say, "You ate my spoon." Olivia clears her throat and as she does so, she grips the spoon tighter. "Sorry." It takes a moment for her to relax, but her anus eventually widens. You remove the spoon and try again. This time the sperm is flung in a different direction, but her anus still closes. She apologizes again. This time you circle the spoon around her anus to loosen her up and it seems to help her relax faster. You're clumsy with your next application and brush against her anus with the tip of your spoon. It clenches down on it and tips your spoon sideways. When her anus relaxes, the semen has spilled all over the bottom of her anus. "Tsk, tsk, tsk," you say. "Don't waste it." You lightly scrape the semen off her anus to collect it back on the spoon. Each scrape makes her anus flicker a bit. You're careful to avoid brushing her anus this time and deposit the semen without issue. Her sphincter doesn't even close this time. You look into your jar and frown a bit. "Looks like I'm out." You smile and joke, "Do you feel full from that, Olivia? You just ate a lot of semen." You pat your thighs as you get up from the chair. "Well, that was fun. But, I really do have to get back to my office now. Make sure you behave yourselves while I'm gone."\ <<else>>"<</if>> \ You take a step closer to Mrs. Curie, put your hand on her shoulder, and whisper. "I really appreciate how flexible you were with this. AB is going to be extremely happy with what I tell them." <<if $fo_relaxant_urethra>>\ [[Continue->FistingOliviaDiaper]]\ <<else>>\ [[Continue->FistingOliviaABEmail]]\ <</if>>\ <<chardetail "Olivia" "You deposited semen into Olivia's rectum during Mrs. Curie's class.">>

Amy looks down at her hands again and says, "Now it tingles." It seems to be having a similar effect on Olivia. Her moans have become louder and you see her vagina occasionally pulsate around Amy's wrist. This gives you an idea of how you could humiliate Olivia further. You put your hands on your knees and tell Amy, "I think Olivia would be eternally grateful if you were to make her feel so good she had an orgasm while everyone watched. Wouldn't you, Olivia?" Olivia's shoulders slump and she shakes her head. You murmur to Amy under your hand, "I think she's pretending again. I'll let you choose. Do you want to give her an orgasm?" Amy looks behind her at the students then at you. Then she looks up at the ceiling and thinks. "Hmm." You wonder what's going through her mind. Maybe she's reliving how Olivia threatened her earlier. After your earlier explanation, you're sure Amy understands that Olivia would be extremely embarrassed if she had an orgasm in front of everyone. She grins and says, "OK!" "Yay!" you cheer. "I was really hoping you'd say that. Well then, I think you should move your fist back and forth." You return to holding onto Olivia's leg. Amy's elbow moves toward the vagina and Olivia moves with it until she bumps against your arm. "In and out, in and out," you coach. When Amy pulls back, you see the whole vulva bulge out with it. The bottom of her vagina forms a lip that sucks on the top of Amy's wrist. Amy increases her speed. As she goes in and out about an inch, the whole backside flutters back and forth with her hand. Olivia moans even louder. Amy and you look at each other and smile. She pumps even faster and Olivia's breathing trembles. "Pay attention class," Mrs. Curie says. "From the sounds of it, we're about to witness Olivia's orgasm." Olivia shakes her head and whines, "No..." Mrs. Curie says, "I'm pretty new here. Raise your hand if you've seen Olivia have an orgasm before." Nobody raises their hand<<if $olivia_likes_mia>> at first. Then, Mia looks around the room and timidly lifts hers. A few students whisper to each other and giggle.<<else>>.<</if>> "That's great! I inferred that this is a rare sight but I still wanted to confirm it." Amy rotates her hand to a position that's more comfortable for her. She lifts her elbow higher than her fist and rams it back and forth. The angle stretches her labia so they look even taller and thinner at the top. Olivia snaps her legs shut, starts quivering, and lifts her head in the air as she groans. You and Mrs. Curie immediately pull on each leg to open her back up. Amy's eyes open wide. "It's squeezing," she says. You can even see it. "Well don't stop," you remind her with a grunt. Holding Olivia's legs open has almost depleted your strength. She continues pumping for a moment and then says, "Look," as she points with her other hand. The anus winks as Olivia cums. Amy lifts her chin and looks down on it. She glances at you for a moment, then her innocent curiosity takes over and she places her fingertip on the sphincter as it pulses and smiles. "Weird," she says to herself. The little wrinkles suck on her fingertip, scrunching around it as they squeeze, and seem to want to pull it in deeper, but maybe you're just projecting what you want to see happen next. After receiving a few kisses, Amy taps her little digit on it as it contracts. Olivia collapses her upper body on the desk but does not stop spreading herself nor does Amy slow down. Either Amy doesn't know she should or she doesn't want to and eventually Olivia begins jostling her hips because the post-orgasm sensations make things too sensitive. Her little grunts tell you she's no longer enjoying this.<<chardetail "Amy" "She gave Olivia an orgasm by fisting her with menthol lube in Mrs. Curie's class.">><<chardetail "Olivia" "She had an orgasm while fisted by Amy with menthol lube in Mrs. Curie's class.">>

You remove the jar of trans girl semen from your <<purse>> and hold it up to Amy. It's challenging to contain your smile as she looks at it with a cocked head. "Before you leave," you say, "I thought we could have fun with this little toy." Amy asks, "What is that?" You notice Olivia turn around to look, too. You unscrew the lid and say, "It's a jar of semen. I collected it from art class. Here." You circle it under her nose and let her sniff. After her nose flares she recoils in disgust and pushes your hand away. "That smells gross!" Your nose crinkles as the foul scent fills the room. "Yes, well, I have been holding onto it for a while now." You look at Olivia's gape and say, "Why don't we put some in there?" "But," Amy says, "Won't she get pregnant?" You chuckle. "No, the semen is much too old for that to be a concern." "Oh. Well, how do we get it in there?" That's a good question. You turn to Mrs. Curie and ask, "Is there some sort of syringe I could use?" She taps her lip then says, "I think a disposable pipette is a better tool for the job. There's some in this drawer." Frowning, she places it in your hand. "Although, the contents of that jar are rather foul. Are you sure..." She stops short and sighs when you interrupt with a nod. The pipette has a long thin tube that tapers at one end and it has a bulb at the other end. You'll be able to see the liquid sucked into it because the whole thing is clear plastic. As you hand it to Amy, Mrs. Curie explains how it works. "I'm sure you're familiar with this. You just stick the tip in the liquid and pinch the top. When you release it'll suck up the liquid, kind of like a straw. Then you can pinch the top again to 'spit' it out." Amy nods. You hold the jar to her and angle it so the semen collects at a corner. She plugs her nose with one hand and pipettes the liquid with the other. A small portion of the goo is sucked into the pipette. "Good," you say. "Now let's squirt it into Olivia." Amy nods without unplugging her nose. She sticks the pipette tip deep into Olivia's spread vagina. "Say 'ah'," you joke. Amy squeezes the bulb and slowly removes the pipette. But as she pulls it out, you see the sperm is so thick and sticky it's still attached to the tip of the pipette. The whole 'sperm worm' comes out with the pipette. Amy squints and puts the pipette back in the vagina. She wiggles it around inside, bumping against the walls of the canal until the whole passage shuts closed on the pipette. When it opens up, Amy removes the device and you see the thread is gone. You look inside the vagina but it's too dark to see inside which is a little frustrating. "Olivia, can you push out?" you ask. She groans as she does what she's told. All the folds come toward you. For some reason you're reminded of a flower blossoming in a time-lapse video. Vibrant, deep shades of red spring to life and you spot the semen thread attached to the top of the vagina. It's connected by two folds, dangling in the center from the pull of gravity. As Olivia inhales, the vagina sucks back into her body but for a brief instant you see the hanging center of the thread vibrate in the air before it disappears into the cavern. You smile at Amy but she's too disgusted by the smell to appreciate what you just saw. <<linkreplace "Have Amy taste some of the semen." t8n>>\ You hold the jar out to Amy and say, "Again." She pipettes some sperm and you say, "Let's trade." You hand her the jar and she hands you the pipette. She holds the jar away from her face with her arms extended and grimaces as she looks away from it. You squeeze the pipette bulb and, just like before, a putrid 'semen worm' sticks to the tip and dangles in the air. When you lift Amy's chin she realizes your plans. She takes a step back and shakes her head. "It's yucky!" You smile and say, "Be a good girl, now." When she shakes her head again you look at Olivia then back at Amy. "You don't want to be punished, do you?" Her lips tremble and she says, "No." You wave for her to come back and she takes a step closer. "That's a good girl." With a two quick motions you lift her chin then pull her jaw down with your thumb in her mouth. Her eyes cross and her nostrils flare as you move the pipette close. When you're an inch away, she groans and plugs her nose. The silk thread dangles over her mouth and you delicately place the bottom of the thread on the back of her bottom lip. Her lip trembles as it lands, but she does a good job of keeping her jaw open. She couldn't close it if she wanted to, your thumb blocks the way. You lift the pipette a bit to make sure the thread is securely attached to her lip. Once you're satisfied it is, you decide you're not going to drop the other end of the thread into her mouth. That would be too easy. You pull the pipette back a centimeter while squeezing the bulb. The other end of the thread detaches and lands on Amy's quivering chin. Reflex makes her hold a hand under her chin to prevent the semen from spilling, but she lowers it when she realizes it's much too thick for that to be a concern. She leaves her hand quivering by her chin without touching it. This is exactly how you wanted it to happen: One end of the thread is on Amy's lip, the other end is on her chin. Now she'll have to slurp it up like a filthy strand of spaghetti. You grab Amy's wrist and move it out of the way. "Sorry, I wanna watch and your hand was blocking my view." Amy mutters something you can't make out and her eyelashes flutter. Her eyes look like they're beginning to tear up. The thick thread of semen slowly moves into her mouth as she puckers her lips and sucks. When the whole thing disappears you joke, "Good girl, now make sure to eat everything or there'll be no dessert." Her throat bulges as she swallows but it's interrupted by her gagging. As she opens her mouth to cough, you see the semen still stuck on the back of her tongue. With tears in her eyes, clears her throat and tries again. The gulp is much larger and strenuous this time. She closes her eyes and a single tear streams down her face. Once her throat muscles have forced it down, she gasps and breathes heavy. You interrupt her recovery by grabbing her chin to make her open her mouth. No sign of the semen. She swallowed it. "It's stuck," she says as she massages her throat. "I don't like it." "Aww," you say as you wipe her tear away. "You can get a drink of water after class, OK? Sit down until then." She whimpers and nods.\ <<chardetail "Amy" "You made her swallow very old trans girl semen in Mrs. Curie's class.">><</linkreplace>> <<chardetail "Olivia" "She had very old trans girl semen deposited into her vagina during Mrs. Curie's class.">>

Olivia looks behind her and says, "Oh, fuck! Get out! Get out of me!" "What? What's wrong?" Mia asks. "My ass feels like it's on fire," she cries. She touches her ungloved fingers to her lips and looks at them. "Wait, I feel it, too. My lips are burning." Mrs. Curie smirks and says, "Looks like you're feeling the effects of the mystery ingredient." Mia wipes her mouth off on her sleeve and grimaces. She tries to remove her hand from Olivia's backside but the pain is so intense it's making Olivia clench. "Here," Mrs. Curie says. She walks to a refrigerator and pulls out a big bowl of white liquid. "This'll help with the burning." Mia fidgets her legs and asks, "What is it?" "It's milk." "Just milk? OK give it to me." She lifts her chin and opens her mouth. As Mrs. Curie puts the bowl to her lips she explains, "As Olivia guessed, the mystery ingredient is capsaicin oil. The same compound that gives food it's spicy flavoring." Mia swallows some milk and some spills down her chin. She rubs what's spilled all over her mouth. "Remember to avoid touching your eyes, dear." She turns to the class. "Milk has a compound called casein. This binds to capsaicin oil and washes it away. That's why it helps." Olivia looks back and whines, "What about me?" "Once you let go of your friend, I can pour some on you." Olivia narrows her eyes. Her first priority is to remove Mia's hand. She grabs on to Mia's wrist with both hands and pulls it away from her body. The way she groans and hisses through her teeth remind you of someone giving birth. Her hole has become extremely tender from all the fisting and Olivia squeals as Mia's hand frees itself from the cavity. Slowly, more and more of Mia's wrist reveals itself. The anus widens until it ejects the widest part of the hand. Once the base of the hand is out, the rest slips out easily. Unlike Amy, Mia had enough sense to form a 'beak' with her hand as she pulled out. Olivia slumps slightly when the hand evacuates. For a moment, you see her bright red insides, then the anus contracts and hides the tender folds from view. Her anus looks puffy and a lot less wrinkly than before the punishment started. She reaches back to give it a massage to quell the pain. "Here," Mrs. Curie says. She tips the bowl and spills some on Olivia's anus. "Better?" "No," she says through gritted teeth. "It hurts most on the inside." She shuts her eyes and her fingers tremble. Mrs. Curie lifts up her finger and says, "Ah!" She walks behind her desk, opens a drawer, and pulls out a large, plastic syringe. "We can give you a milk enema. That should cool down your insides." "Uh," you say to Mrs. Curie. "Why do you have that in your class?" "There are a lot of chemicals that are best taken anally," she replies. "Whatever," Olivia interrupts, "just give it to me! I can't stand this anymore." Mia dips her fingers into the bowl and rubs it over her mouth again. [[Have Olivia run to the bathroom to give herself the enema in private. You're not interested in seeing or knowing about it, but you'll wait until she comes back.->FistingOliviaSpicyEnd]] <<if $fp_enema>>[[Give Olivia the enema in front of the class.->FistingOliviaSpicy2]]<</if>><<chardetail "Olivia" "She had spicy lube applied anally while being fisted by Mia.">>

"Try to go a little deeper," you suggest. Mia pumps her fist back and forth. With each little pump, she goes a bit deeper. Each time Mia reaches the end of her stroke, Olivia grunts. But each time she slides out, Olivia moans. Mia's eyes bulge out as half her forearm disappears. She turns to you and asks, "Is the mystery ingredient doing this?" You cross your arms and smile back at her. "You can relax now, Olivia." She puts one forearm on the desk and rubs her stomach with her other hand. Mia continues to pump without going deeper and you say, "If you haven't hit resistance, don't be shy. Keep going." Mia says, "But, it's so deep. It's a little scary. And, I think I hit a wall." "That might just be the curve into her colon. Try to go a little to the your left, and you should be able to keep going. By the way, Olivia would tell you in her own way if you were hurting her. Just be gentle and you should be fine." Mia feels around Olivia's anal cavity to find where the passage continues. Olivia's breath is shaky during the search until she begins moaning again. The smile on Mia's face tells you she found the way. She pumps until 3 quarters of her forearm are inside Olivia. Olivia lifts her other arm to rub her belly with both hands. She says with her face on the desk, "I'm so full. And, I- I can feel her arm with my hands. I'm scared, too." You smile. "As long as Mia is gentle, you'll be fine. Let's change positions though. Mia, carefully pull out. Olivia, you lay on your back." As they get into position, Mrs. Curie asks the class to guess the mystery ingredient. Casey is able to correctly guess that it's something that <<if $fo_ass eq "deep">>lets you go really deep.<<elseif $fo_ass eq "relaxant">>relaxes your muscles.<</if>> "Very good," Mrs. Curie commends. She turns to you and says, "Now that she's guessed it, shall we move on to the next mystery ingredient?" You say, "Eventually, yes, but first I'd like to continue with this mystery ingredient. There's something I want to see." Olivia covers her face with both hands as she lays on her back but she must turn 90 degrees for her whole body to fit on the table. Now her crotch faces you and there's enough room for her to lay her legs flat. You beckon Mia over to you and tell her to continue. She quickly gets 3 quarters of her forearm back in. As the arm slowly passes through Olivia's body, you see her stomach wiggle along the fist's journey. "May I feel from the outside," you ask. Mia cheerfully nods but Olivia just lays there, quietly moaning. You place your palm on the stomach and feel Mia's fist pass under your hand. Giving her tummy a little massage, you say to Olivia, "I hope that feels as good for you on the inside as it does for me on the outside." You play a little game where you try to follow Mia's fist from the outside. It travels from Olivia's crotch - which you avoid touching - to the left side of her belly button. When Mia is as deep as she can go, you tell her to curl her wrist up. This makes Olivia grunt. Your eyes widen and a smile grows on your face as you feel a fist-sized bump protrude out of Olivia's stomach near her belly button. It might be your imagination, but you think you can make out Mia's individual knuckles through Olivia's body. The class should see this. You lift your hand off Olivia's stomach. Mia stares at you with her mouth open and says, "That's amazing. I didn't even know this was possible." "Do you like it?" you ask. She gives you a wicked smile as she bites her lower lip. "Then maybe you should pump a little faster." Olivia moans and puts her hands on her stomach. It's then that you see her face is bright red and there are tears drying on her face. Her moans tell you she's uncomfortable, but not in pain. The motion of Mia's forearm slightly displaces Olivia's hands and makes her fingers move on her stomach. Mia's heavy breathing tells you how much fun she's having. She looks at you a moment. You think she's going to ask you something, but instead she looks down at Olivia's vulva and starts circling her thumb on Olivia's clit hood. Olivia inhales sharply. Her body stiffens and she lifts her shoulders off the desk by bending her head back. Then she reaches down and pushes Mia's hand away. Mia bites her lower lip and waits for another opportunity to massage the hood again. You smile at Mia and say, "Let's respect Olivia's wishes on this one." Mia whispers, "But, I think I could get her to... you know." Olivia slowly moves her hands back to covering up her face. You take that as a sign that she's becoming comfortable with the arm massaging her insides, so you whisper to Mia, "I'm sure you could. But, let's focus on going as deep as possible for now." From the students perspective, Mia's arm is disappearing over and over again into Olivia, but her legs are blocking the view. In your mind, it's important that the class sees this. You tell Olivia to get back on all fours, but to tuck her knees into her stomach so she's in a frog like position. Mia pauses her fisting, but does not remove her hand during this transition. Now that Olivia is on all fours with her feet and butt hanging over the edge of the desk, the students have a great side view of Mia's arm plunging into Olivia's body. Mia's technique is to pump her fist all the way to the elbow, twist and pull out until only the fist remains inside. When the back of the fist hits the inside of Olivia's anus it bulges out slightly. Every time Mia reaches the end of her stroke, when it's deepest, Olivia grunts. Eventually, Mia's diligent push near the top of her stroke allows her to get her arm in an inch away from the elbow. Mia looks at you and says, "I don't think I can go deeper." "That's fine," you say. "I'd say you've gone more than deep enough. Just try to have fun for now." Mia pulls her arm out (except her fist) and has Mrs. Curie pour some lube all over it. Then she starts pumping a little faster than before. Since she's not trying to go beyond her elbow, Olivia no longer grunts at the top of the stroke. It's just shaky breathing and moans. You notice her little toes wiggle. "I think she likes it," you say loud enough so the class can hear. Olivia covers her face with both her hands. You look at the clock and say, "I think we've got enough time to do this for a few more minutes." Mrs. Curie looks at you and nods. Mia continues to pump her fist and Olivia continues to moan until, suddenly, her moans stop and all you hear is short, loud breaths. There's a gasp. When Mia turns to you with a huge grin on her face you realize it came from her. She doesn't stop pumping. Something confuses you. There's a strange sound. Is that splattering liquid? You turn your head and bend down to look below Olivia and you see wetness coming from her vagina. In fact, liquid is pouring out of her. She starts exhaling loudly from her nose. When Mia notices something caught your eye she looks below the table, too. When Mia sees the liquid spilling down the side of the desk, she slowly looks back at you and mouths, "O-M-G." She scoffs again in disbelief before turning back to Olivia and rubbing one of her butt cheeks with her free hand. "Good job!" <<img "olivia_deep_fist_resized.png">> You wait a few moments for Olivia to start moaning again before you ask her, "What just happened there? Did you urinate on the floor?" Without uncovering her face, she shakes her head and says, "I don't know." Mia lifts her chin high and says, "She clenched all over my arm. It was like she tried to hold me in place but..." she grins, "I wouldn't let her! I just kept going." "She clenched?" You take a step toward Olivia and say, "I think... It seems you had an anal orgasm and it made you... squirt. You must have really liked it." Olivia shakes her head again to deny it. You turn to the class and ask, "Does anyone have any questions about what you just saw?" Nobody raises their hand, but you can tell there are quite a few confused faces. "She just had an anal orgasm. Mia did a great job." You turn back to Olivia and say, "This seems as good a time as any to move on to the next student." Mia slowly slides her arm out, including the fist. Olivia's anus looks much bigger now. Not just the gape, but the anus itself looks like a big wrinkled ring. Inside the ring there are bright pink, tender folds. You could easily fit your own fist in there and probably reach as far as Mia. AB will be pleased to hear about this, especially the anal orgasm. You and Mrs. Curie thank Mia and call up the next student. <<if $fo_ass eq "deep" and (not $fo_relaxant_urethra)>>\ [[Continue->FistingOliviaStopEarly]] <<else>>\ [[Continue->FistingOliviaDiaper]] <</if>><<chardetail "Olivia" "She was anally fisted all the way to Mia's elbow in Mrs. Curie's class.">><<chardetail "Mia" "She anally fisted Olivia all the way to her elbow in Mrs. Curie's class.">>

Olivia comes back from the restroom with one arm covering her breasts and the other covering her crotch. She slinks over to you while looking at the floor. "Do I have to go back up," she asks. You rub her shoulder. "There's a lot more students waiting to test out their lube. It's important for them to get feedback so they can improve. You understand?" She looks up at you with tears in her eyes and sighs. You smile and say, "Good girl."<<if $olivia_likes_mia>> Mia sees how much Olivia is struggling and runs up to her and whispers some words of encouragement into her ears. You can't hear what she says, but Olivia nods while looking at the floor.<</if>> <<if $fo_relaxant_urethra>>\ [[Continue->FistingOliviaDiaper]]\ <<else>>\ "I really must be going," you say to the class. You walk over to Mrs. Curie and whisper, "I have to write this up for AB before the day ends. Let me know if anything interesting happens while I'm gone." As you leave, you see Olivia climbing back onto the desk and spreading herself before the class. [[Continue->FistingOliviaABEmail]]\ <</if>>

Mrs. Curie places the bowl on her desk and fills the giant enema syringe with milk until the bowl is empty. She says, "Now to apply some lubrication to the tip..." "Wait!" Mia yells. "That's the spicy lube. Mrs. Curie chuckles. "You're right, I forgot. That would certainly be counter productive." "Hurry!" Olivia yells. "There's plenty of lube on me already." She's right, and she's very loose from the fisting. The syringe slides right in and Mrs. Curie pushes on the plunger. Olivia shudders and Mrs. Curie explains that it's a little cold from the fridge. When half of the syringe is emptied, Olivia starts rubbing her stomach and groaning. Mrs. Curie slows down as she empties another quarter of the syringe. Olivia reaches a hand back and says, "Stop. I'm full." [[Let's not waste any of the milk. Empty all of it into Olivia.|FistingOliviaSpicyEmpty][$fo_full_enema to true]] [[Dump the rest of the milk out.|FistingOliviaSpicyLips][$fo_full_enema to false]]

You say, "Let's not waste any of that milk," as you take Mrs. Curie's place and slowly push down on the plunger. Olivia gasps when she realizes her bowels are filling beyond comfort. She frantically waves her hand to tell you to stop as she rubs her stomach with the other one. Olivia starts to groan when there's about an inch left to go. The pressure has built up so it's a little hard to push the plunger further. When you do, it spills directly out of her anus anyway. But, just for the principle of it, you make sure to empty the rest into her. When you remove the syringe, you're surprised when a stream of milk shoots out of Olivia's ass and onto the floor. To stop the flow, you quickly place your thumb over it to plug the hole. Olivia lets out a frustrated grunt as you say, "Mia, hold this for me, please." Another stream of enema milk squirts out during the moment you lift your thumb to trade places with Mia. You furrow your brow. "Try to hold it in, Olivia. You're making a mess." She whimpers, "I can't! I need to go now." You turn to Mia and remind her to hold that milk in place. She does her best but it's an impossible task. The anus quivers in pain and there's a lot of pressure behind it. Each time it twitches, a little milk dribbles out and spills down Olivia's inner thigh. You walk to Olivia's side and move her wrist out of the way, giving you access to her belly. "Wow," you say after you place your hand on it. "You really are distended." "Yeah, you look pregnant," Mia adds as she rubs her sleeve on her mouth. You say, "I'm going to rub it to see how it feels, OK?" "Please don't," Olivia begs. You put one hand down on Olivia's back and lift the other hand to her belly, then you push them both together to meet in the middle. Olivia's squeals in pain and milk pours out of her anus, despite Mia's thumb blocking the way. A lot of it gets on Mia's legs but she doesn't seem to mind. There's still a lot of built up pressure so you squeeze a few more times. Each time, Olivia groans in pain and the milk sprays past Mia's finger like someone putting their thumb on a hose. After about 5 or so squeezes, the pressure dies down to a point where Olivia can hold it in without Mia's help and takes a few steps back. "There," you say. "Doesn't that feel better?" Olivia looks back at you and scowls. Mia rubs her lips and says to Mrs. Curie, "It still burns, do you have any more milk?" [[Continue->FistingOliviaSpicyLips]]

<<if $fo_full_enema>>\ Mia looks into the bowl and sees that it's empty and smiles. She bites her lower lip and says, "It still burns, is there any more milk?" Mrs. Curie says with a sympathetic tone, "I'm sorry. Principal $name just used the last of it."\ <<else>>\ As Mrs. Curie squirts the last of the milk into the sink, Mia smiles. She says, "It still burns a little. Do you have any more milk?" Mrs. Curie looks up and says with a sympathetic tone, "I'm sorry. I just squirted out the last of it."\ <</if>> Mia looks at Olivia and licks her lip. The gape caused by the fisting is still in effect. Her anus flickers, becoming looser and tighter, but it doesn't completely close. Behind that gape you can see she's filled to the brim with milk. Only her position is holding it inside. If she were to stand up, it'd all spill out. "Well..." Mia says then points at Olivia's butt. "What about that milk?" She has a little smirk on her face. From her seat, Jessie says, "Ew, <<if not $hucow>>that's <</if>>dirty."<<if $hucow>> Jessie is wearing green lipstick today, but it's not applied very well<</if>> Mrs. Curie waves her arms and says, "No, no, no. That's really dirty. You'll probably get sick!" She squishes her eyebrows together. "Why is this even something I have to say?" Unfortunately for Mrs. Curie you have the final say. You come up with these options in your head. <<if $fp_scat>>\ * [[Agree with Mrs. Curie. Drinking an enema is too filthy.->FistingOliviaSpicyLipsNone]] * [[You're sure there's some plastic tubing around here. You'll find the narrowest tube you can and Mia can use it like a straw. The thin tubing should filter out all the 'particulates'.|FistingOliviaSpicyLipsTube][$fo_tube_thick to false]] * [[Find some thick tubing instead. The wide tube will do a poor job of filtering out 'particulates'. Your stomach turns when you think of the potential consequences.|FistingOliviaSpicyLipsTube][$fo_tube_thick to true]]\ <<else>>\ * [[Agree with Mrs. Curie. Drinking an enema is too filthy.->FistingOliviaSpicyLipsNone]] * [[You're sure there's some plastic tubing around here. You'll find the narrowest tube you can and Mia can use it like a straw. The thin tubing should filter out all the 'particulates'.|FistingOliviaSpicyLipsTube][$fo_tube_thick to false]] <</if>>

"I'm sorry, Mia," you say. "But, I'm going to agree with Mrs. Curie on this one. I think the best thing to do is to have Olivia run to the bathroom to release expel in private. I'm sure it'll make a huge mess when she stands up, but it's something she can clean up later. I'd rather it be on the floor than on your mouth." Mia looks more embarrassed than sad. Like she realizes how gross her request is. You tap on Olivia's behind and she hops off the desk. The impact of the landing causes some milk to spill out of her and she quickly puts her hands on her hole to prevent more from spilling. She walks to the door and realizes she can't open it without spilling more on the floor. "Mia," you say, "why don't you open the door for Olivia and follow her to the restroom? You know, to make sure she doesn't spill anymore?" Mia nods and walks to the door and Olivia snaps at her to hurry up. [[Continue->FistingOliviaSpicyEnd]]

<<nobr>> <<if $fo_tube_thick>> <<set _width to "wide">> <<set _widths to "widest">> <<else>> <<set _width to "narrow">> <<set _widths to "narrowest">> <</if>> <</nobr>>\ You ignore Mrs. Curie's concerns and ask, "Where do you keep your tubing?" "Um, right there." You walk over to a drawer and open it. Mrs. Curie walks behind you and asks, "Why? What are you doing?" You rummage around and pull out the longest, _widths tube you can find then you turn around and tell Mrs. Curie, "Mia can drink out of this." Her eyes dart around. "But... what about the sanitation concern?" You put your hand on her shoulder and say, "She'll be fine. Let it go." As you walk back to Olivia, Mrs. Curie says, "But... but..." You hand the _width tube to Mia and say, "There you go." She looks at it and asks, "Like a straw?" "Exactly. That way I can see." She giggles and says, "K." She's eager to get started. She sticks one end into Olivia's stretched anus<<if $fo_tube_thick>> and slides it in deep so it doesn't slip out<</if>> and holds it in place by pinching it with her thumb and index finger. Then she puts the other end into her mouth. Mia's cheeks bulge out and you hear a bubbling sound. "Are you blowing bubbles," you ask. Mia removes the straw from her mouth and smiles. "Be serious," you say with a tone that lets her know you're not upset. You grab the loose end and place it in her mouth for her. "Suck," you say with a smile. She giggles as she pulls the straw out of her mouth to say, "OK." Milk enters the tube after she sucks on it. She removes the tube from her mouth and holds the milk in place by putting her thumb on the mouth end. With a big smile on her face she yells, "Done!" You shake your head. "Are you teasing me?" She puts the straw back in her mouth and says, "Maybe..." Her reply breaks the tube's suction and the milk flows back into Olivia's rectum. "Oops." She sucks on it twice and draws some milk out again. "Wait," you say. "I have an idea." You tell Mrs. Curie to hold the tube in place at Olivia's end then you grab Mia by the wrist and drag her to the front of the desk, facing the class. The long tube goes around Olivia's side and still has enough slack to curl like a crazy straw. "Now Olivia can watch, too." Olivia's bright red with tears streaming down her face. <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>Mia says, "Aw, don't be sad!" She wipes away a tear. Olivia flinches and yells, "You have lube on your hand, idiot!" Mia opens her mouth and the tube falls out. "Oh my god, I forgot." Olivia lowers her head and shakes it. She looks back at Mia, laughs, and says, "You're so dumb." Her eyes follow the tube until she sees the part that contains milk. "You're also really gross. You're not really going to do this, are you?" Mia bends down to pick up the tube. As she stands, she puts it near her mouth and says, "Well... I was thinking, you know, maybe if I do something really gross, people will remember what I did more than what happened to you. Or... at least, you know, we could share the embarrassment together." Olivia looks up and half smiles. "That's kind of sweet. But it's like, 50 times grosser than it is sweet." You rub Mia's back and give her some words of encouragement. "Go on. Show Olivia how you'd do anything for her."<<else>>\ Mia removes the tube from her mouth, waves slowly, and whispers, "Hi." Olivia scoffs and looks away with contempt. "Wanna see something neat?" She places the tube back in her mouth and grins.<</if>> Mia looks behind her and points at the teacher's chair and talks with the tube in her mouth. "Ca- I sit whi- I do i-?" You give her permission and she sits down so she's eye level to Olivia. [[Continue->FistingOliviaSpicyLipsTube2]]

Mia begins sucking through the tube. You can tell by the concerned look on Mrs. Curie's face that the milk is coming out and after a few more sucks, you see pass by Olivia's thigh in the tube. Mia folds the tube in half to catch her breath and begins sucking on it again. The milk goes through a loop in the tube and passes by Olivia's shoulder. Mia takes another breather and you rub her shoulder. "Look, you're almost there." Mia looks up at you with a twinkle in her eyes. Olivia looks to her side and notices the milk in the tube. She shivers and sticks out her tongue. "Yuck." Mia sucks a few more times until the milk is a mere inch from her lips. She puts her hands on her knees and leans toward Olivia until their noses are about a foot away. Olivia's nose wrinkles and she looks away. Mia folds the tube and pulls it out of her mouth then she leans into Olivia's ear and whispers, "Watch me." When she pulls her head back she has a giant smile on her face but Olivia has a frown on hers. She slowly turns to face Mia. Mia sucks once more and the milk shoots into her mouth. She closes her eyes, lifts her head, and moans. When she opens her eyes again she smiles so wide her mouth opens and the milk dribbles out on her chin and onto her shirt. She removes the tube from her mouth and lets all the milk spill out. She says, "ah," and smears the milk around her mouth. There's a lot of excess milk on her face so she lifts her sleeve to wipe it off. With her chin held high, she beams, "That was fun." You ask, "You're stopping there?" She jerks her head back and says, "What do you mean?" "Aren't you going to swallow some?" She shakes her head slightly and says, "N-no, I just needed to cool down my lips." You bend down and wrap your arm around Mia's shoulder and grab the tube with your other hand. "You're one of my most ambitious students," you say as you stick the end back in her mouth. "I know you can do better." Her nostrils flare and her breathing becomes shallow so you rub her back to calm her. After thinking about it a little longer, she shakes her head and says, "Nuh-uh." You say, "Have you ever tried it? Maybe it tastes really, really good. Besides," you smile, "it's not really //that// impressive just to rub it on your face." You slide your finger down Mia's chin to get some of the dirty milk on your finger then you tap it on Olivia's chin. Olivia flinches in disgust and glares at you. A faint white mark is left behind. "See? Even I would do that. What's really impressive is to swallow it. I bet nobody else but you could do it." She looks at Olivia and frowns. "Just try a little bit and see if you like it." She nods at you, closes her eyes, and sucks out some milk into her mouth. "There you go! I know you can do it," you say as you pull the tube from her mouth and keep it folded with your thumb. "Don't spit it out now." She lifts her head toward the ceiling and you rub her throat lightly with the palm of your other hand. "Just swallow whenever you're ready. Take your time." You feel her throat quiver on your fingertips as she struggles and can't help but say, "Ooh, that feels lovely. I can literally feel how difficult this must be." The throat bulges out against your fingers. You hear the sound as she gulps the filthy milk down. Once you feel the liquid pass by your hand, her throat muscles shiver. Mia sticks out her tongue and pants. "I did it," she says. She looks at you and smiles, then her head shakes in disgust before she repeats herself. "I did it." "I can see that," you say as you rub her back. "Easy, right? Now let's do it again. For Olivia this time. That last one was just for me." Mia looks at you with her eyes wide. Her lip trembles and she shakes her head but when you place the tube near her mouth, she wraps her lips around it by her own accord. She whimpers and obediently takes another sip. You remove the tube and point at Olivia. "Make sure Olivia watches this one." Mia struggles to swallow the second gulp but she eventually succeeds. She shakes her head with her eyes closed shut. "Good job!" you commend. "Stick out your tongue so Olivia can see you swallowed." Olivia's asks Mia, "Why would you do that?" You turn Mia's shoulder's so she's facing you and kneel down to her height. She struggles to make eye contact with you. "That was so easy for you! Now I have a big favor to ask, but it's a much bigger challenge." Mia's upper lip quivers and she looks toward the floor. You place the tube back into her mouth and say, "If Olivia were to stand up, the milk would spill everywhere. That would make an awful mess that would be very time consuming to clean up. And, well, if we missed any, the classroom would smell terrible. So, you could help out immensely if you drank more. Maybe even... all of it? Do you think you could do that?" Mia pouts and looks up at you with her beautiful eyes. You stroke the back of her head to show you how grateful you'd be and how serious you are. Without breaking eye contact, she sucks on the straw once. There's a slight pause and then she swallows. You smile as she sucks on the straw again. "I'm going to check on your friend. You keep going without me, OK?" You turn to face Olivia and move out of the way so she can watch Mia suck the milk out of the tube. "You're on guard duty to make sure Mia keeps drinking," you say. "If she stops, call for me." She stares at Mia with her jaw open. You change the subject: "How's it feel? Still burning?" Olivia shakes her head and says, "No, not anymore." "Good," you say. You walk to the front of the desk to look at Olivia's behind. On your short walk, you see tiny bubbles flowing through the tube in Mia's direction. It lets you know she's still sucking at a slow but consistent pace. Mrs. Curie is holding the tube in place. Olivia's gape has subsided and now you can't see into her rectum. "Spread yourself for me again," you ask. When Olivia obeys, you can barely see the milk anymore. It indicates that Mia is doing a good job removing it from Olivia's body. Seems you have some time before Mia finishes her task so you make some friendly banter with Mrs. Curie. "Who's the next student?" "Casey," she says. You hear a slurping sound in Olivia's colon and large bubbles flow through the tube. It looks like Mia drank it all. But already? You're a little disappointed. But then Mrs. Curie slides the straw deeper inside Olivia and more milk flows through. You have a long drawn out conversation with Mrs. Curie about her plans for the next class while the students sit patiently and wait to be called up next. Apparently, she's thinking about having a class about hallucinogenic drugs some time in the future.<<if $fo_tube_thick>>It occurs to you that the deeper the tube goes, the higher the chance of it finding something 'dirty'. [[That's a risk you're willing to take.->FistingOliviaSpicyLipsTubeScat]] [[Ew. Let's stop now.->FistingOliviaSpicyEnd]]\ <<else>> Eventually the straw slurps and Mrs. Curie says, "I've lowered the straw so many times already. Realistically, I think there's very little risk for Olivia to make a mess if we stop here." You sigh and say, "I suppose you're right. Let's have her run to the bathroom to expel what's left." Mrs. Curie slowly pulls the thin tube out of Olivia's colon inch by inch. There's something erotic about how much was inside her: About 2 feet. All of that was deep inside Olivia's colon sucking up whatever milk it found as it was lowered deeper and deeper. When the tube falls to the floor you walk back to Mia to check up on her. Her eyes are closed and she's holding the straw with both hands. She's looking a little pale. When she's sucked the straw clean and only air enters her mouth, she opens her eyes and looks a little surprised. She rubs her belly and says, "I'm so full, I think I'm going to barf." You pat her head and say, "Try to hold it in for me and out of respect for Olivia. You wouldn't want to offend her by making her think it tastes bad, would you?" Lowering your voice, you whisper, "You should be proud of yourself. I don't think any of the other students could have done that." She looks up and smiles for a moment but you can see how uncomfortable she is by the look on her face. You boop her nose and say, "Thanks for your help." [[Continue.->FistingOliviaSpicyEnd]]\ <</if>>

In the middle of your conversation with Mrs. Curie, you notice the flow of milk has stopped. You stop talking mid sentence and walk back to Mia. "Olivia," you say, "What happened? You were supposed to tell me if she stopped." Both of them look extremely concerned. Olivia points at the tube without saying a word. There's a light brown fleck about the size of a dime about a foot away from Mia's mouth. You put your hands on your knees to get a closer look and what you see makes you smile. It's a thin skin of some post-processed food. It delicately floats and turns in the milk like a jellyfish would in the ocean. You say to Mia, "Thank you for stopping so I could watch," though you suspect that was not the reason she stopped. The tube is still in her mouth. "Well? Keep drinking." Her eyes flutter, her nose crinkles, and she shakes her head. "Come on, you can do this." You remove her hands from the tube and place them in your palms. "I'll be here to support you the whole way." Mia lifts her chin up and away from you and shakes her head again. You place one of Mia's hands in Olivia's and grab Olivia's other hand making the three of you hold hands like you're in a 3 person support group. You say, "Olivia'll help, too. Won't you Olivia?" Olivia curls her lip. "Go on," you say, giving Olivia a little nudge with your elbow. "Encourage Mia." "Encourage her?" she asks without taking her eyes off the brown fleck. "Yes, tell her how much you want her to drink and swallow it." She turns to you and grimaces, then looks at Mia. You whisper to Olivia, "Do it. You don't want a second punishment, do you?"\ <<if $olivia_likes_mia>> Olivia frowns and tells Mia, "I'll get in trouble if you don't. But..." She sighs, "I would understand if you didn't. I won't think less of you either way." "No," you say. "Not like that. Tell her you //want// her to do it."<</if>> Olivia shuts her eyes and slowly speaks through gritted teeth. "Mia... I... want... you... to... swallow... my... shit..." You scowl at Olivia for the use of profanity but then shake Mia's hand up and down and say, "See? We both really want to see it. Just... just go slow. Take one small sip at first." Mia groans in frustration and squeezes your hand as she looks up at the ceiling. She closes her eyes and sucks some milk into her mouth. The wisp of fecal matter wooshes an inch toward her mouth. "Great job!" you say as you nudge Olivia. Olivia opens her eyes and says, "Uh... yeah, that was... that was really good, Mia." "Take another sip," you say. Mia shakes her head as she sucks some more milk from the tube. You turn to Olivia and she knows what you expect of her. "That... that was good. Only a few more sips like that." Mia takes another sip. The fleck is only 6 inches away now. "You- you're almost there." You leave the little support group by placing Mia's other hand in Olivia's. Olivia is on all fours with her forearms dangling over the desk and holding onto Mia's hands. "More than half way now," Olivia says as Mia swallows again with a lot of difficulty. Mia opens her eyes and suddenly stiffens her posture in surprise. Maybe it's because the fecal matter is dangerously close to her mouth, maybe it's because she didn't expect Olivia to be looking directly back at her, maybe it's both reasons. Olivia realizes what she's been saying and hesitates. "Go on," you encourage. "You're both doing great and you're almost there." Olivia sighs and her eyes dart side to side. You give her a moment to collect her thoughts and she says, "There's only 4 more inches to go. Take a big gulp. Close your eyes if it helps. Good. 2 more inches until it's in your mouth. That might be one or two more gulps." You notice Mia squeeze Olivia's hands for comfort and Olivia returns the favor by circling her thumbs over the top of Mia's hands. Olivia stops talking and you can hear her breathing heavy. "It's really close," she whispers. "Are you really going to do it?" Mia opens her eyes and tears form in the corners of them. Olivia shakes Mia's hands and says, "See? It's really close. One more suck and it's in your mouth." Mia is still. You tell Olivia, "She needs your words of encouragement to do this last part." There's a long pause and Olivia assertively whispers, "Eat it." You tilt your head. For a moment it looked like Olivia had a smirk on her face. Maybe you're just projecting. If it was there, it's not there anymore. Rather than suck, Mia slumps and whines. Olivia repeats, not in a whisper this time, "Eat it." Still no reaction. Olivia stares deeply into Mia's eyes and leans her head in a little closer. She swallows rapidly, musters a fading smile, and repeats for the 3rd time, "Eat it." You place your arm on Mia's upper back and rub it in support. "Just one more suck," you whisper. Mia nods, not at you but at Olivia. She closes her eyes and sucks. The moment the fecal matter flows into Mia's mouth, Olivia's jaw drops. Mia lets go of Olivia's hands and covers her mouth. She shuts her eyes tight and gags and a bit of milk spills down her chin, but not all that is in her mouth. Mia lifts her chin to the ceiling to contain the rest of the milk. As she looks up, she pulls out the tube and carelessly throws it on the ground. It starts spurting dirty milk all over the floor. As you bend down to pick it up you say, "Wait, don't swallow yet." She may have spit the dirty piece out when she gagged and you want to make sure it's still in her mouth. You pinch the tube shut and say, "Open your mouth so Olivia and I can see it." When Mia opens her mouth, her lips quiver. If she's not careful, she may spill or gag on it again. You grab her chin and lift higher to reduce that risk. When you look inside, you see the puddle of milk but you don't see the foul fecal matter. You ask, "Did you swallow it already?" She shakes her head and says, "Nuh-uh." "Did you spit it out," Olivia asks. "Nuh-uh." "Where is it then? Show us," you say. Mia whines and closes her mouth. Her cheek protrudes as her tongue scrapes it a couple of times then she shivers and gags. She covers her mouth with her shaking fingers to prevent the milk from spilling and, thankfully, none of it does. When she opens her mouth again, her tongue is raised above the puddle of milk and the thin sheet of fecal matter is draped around the tip of it. You smile and Olivia turns her head in disgust. "That's so gross." "Very good," you say as you push Mia's jaw shut then spin Mia 180 degrees in her chair. Now that her back's to Olivia, you say "Olivia, rub her throat. She likes that." Olivia doesn't have a lot of mobility in her position, but you pushed Mia close enough so Olivia's forearms flank the sides of Mia's shoulders. With an almost sensual motion, Olivia strokes the front of Mia's neck with each hand. A tear streams down Mia's face as she works up the nerve to swallow. Her closed lips begin to quiver, telling you she's about to swallow. You suggest Olivia lay her fingers flat on Mia's throat so she can feel the sensation. Mia dips her chin as she swallows then dramatically pulls her shoulders back. She shakes her head with her tongue out then begins to tremble. "I did it," she says through a harsh exhale. You wounder if she'll be able to hold it down. It probably doesn't taste that bad, but the psychology of it might make her retch. "It appears so," you reply, smirking. "Olivia, mind confirming that for us?" Olivia's a little higher than Mia since she's on a table and Mia's in a chair. But, since Olivia's behind Mia, she has to lift Mia's chin up to inspect her mouth from behind. "Lift your tongue," Olivia says. She tilts her head as she looks underneath both sides of it. "Looks like she swallowed." Mia straightens her neck, sniffles, and pinches her nose with her hands. With a nasal voice, she says, "I can still smell it in the back of my throat. It's making my eyes water." You grin and say, "Think of it as a little souvenir from Olivia. You'll get used to the smell soon so savor it while you can." The two students cringe at each other. "OK," you say. "There's still plenty of milk in Olivia, but I think we've removed most of the pressure. I'm not as concerned that Olivia will spill if she stands up now. What do you say we call another student up and have Mia sit back at her seat?" Mia nods enthusiastically. She's turning a little green from digesting all that dirty milk. When she sits down you have a semi-private conversation with Olivia. "If the circumstances were different, do you think you would enjoy that?" Her head jerks back. "What? No." "Hmm, I'm a little surprised by your answer," you say. "You seem to enjoy dominating others, and that seemed like the ultimate form of domination." Olivia frowns and looks behind herself to find Mia. She's sitting at her desk and rubbing her belly. The rest of the students are all leaning away from her and disturbed at what she's done. You move close to Olivia to whisper, "She just ate some of your shit in front of the whole class. I can't think of a more submissive act than that." You can tell Olivia is thinking about what you just said. Mrs. Curie tells Olivia to run to the bathroom to expel the rest of the milk then to come right back for the rest of her punishment. [[Continue->FistingOliviaSpicyEnd]]<<chardetail "Mia" "She drank a milk enema from Olivia's ass with a tube during Mrs. Curie's class.">>

<<if $fo_ass is "relaxant">>\ <<set _ass to true>>\ <<else>> <<set _ass to false>>\ <</if>>\ You check the clock and decide you better leave if you're to write that email to AB before the day ends. But you know if you leave now, the muscle relaxant in Olivia's <<if _ass>>gut<<else>>urethra<</if>> could make an awful mess throughout the school if you're not careful. Fortunately, you know the solution to that problem, but you'll have to temporarily leave the class. In the hall, you jog to Nurse Neadle and ask her for an adult sized diaper. She says she doesn't have any, but you're sure you've seen them in her office before she started working here. She's glad to help you look and eventually you find a pack of them in the back of a cupboard. When you walk back into Mrs. Curie's class, Casey's fisting Olivia's vagina and you have to stop her to make an announcement. "Sorry to interrupt-" everyone turns to look at you, "- but as you're well aware one of those mystery ingredients was a muscle relaxant. As you could imagine, that would create an awful mess if we just let Olivia walk around the school without some form of... 'protection'." You walk to the front and face the class. "So, for the rest of the day, Olivia will be wearing this under her skirt." You pinch it a bit and listen to it crinkle. "This will help keep the school nice and clean." You hand the diaper to Mrs. Curie and trust that she'll make Olivia wear it once the class ends. Then you say, "Well, I must be going. I hope you students enjoyed today's lesson. I know I learned a lot." [[Continue->FistingOliviaABEmail]]\ <<chardetail "Olivia" "You put a diaper on Olivia after she was fisted with a muscle relaxant in Mrs. Curie's class.">> <<chardetail "Nurse Neadle" "She helped you find an adult sized diaper for Olivia">>

<<set $finished_lactation to true>>You toil in your office until 7 o'clock. As you're leaving you look to the left and jump when you see someone sitting in the bench outside your office. "Jessie! What are you doing there?" She turns to you. "You told me to stop by your office after school." "Yeah, but why didn't you knock? How long have you been sitting out there?" "I dunno. An hour?" You look down at your <<purse>> and think about how you've already locked up for the night and were prepared to go home. Should you cancel tonight and see her tomorrow? But, has the pill already had some effect? You kind of want to see it as it progresses each night. "Jessie," you ask, "would you mind walking with me down the hall?" She grunts as she stands up and crosses her arms. Without saying a word, she follows behind you as you walk. "Why are you walking so slow?" you ask as you wave her to catch up to you. She grimaces as she runs to your side. "What's wrong?" "I'm sore," she says with a frown. "Where?" "Everywhere. My whole body. Can I stop taking the pills?" "Let's talk about that later." She sighs, upset you won't give her a straight answer. "Is there some part of your body that's more sore than the others," you ask. You steal a glance at her chest, but she's still covering it. The hallway doors open outward and you walk outside. She scowls then looks away. "I don't like this pill. I feel uglier." "How do you mean," you ask. "It's a pill to make me fatter, isn't it? That's why Mrs. Ball let me take it instead of her punishment." "Uh, why would Mrs. Ball want you to be fatter?" "So she can pick on me more!" She turns to face you. "She's always making fun of my body. Today she called me a fat cow." You wrap your arm around her shoulder, "You're not fat. I want you to try to ignore that silly talk." Once you arrive at your dormitory, you open the door and extend your arm. "After you," you say. Jessie hesitates, looks at you, and frowns. "Come on now. I'm not going to hurt you." <<if $tortured_jessies_breast>> "You did in PE class," she says. "What's different this time?" "Well... I'm tired and I just want to have a relaxing night. You have my word. <</if>>She looks around, as if to find someone to save her, then walks in. [[Continue->HucowLactation2]]<<chardetail "Jessie" "You invited her into your room and gave her tea as you inspected her lactation.">>

She sits on your couch and you ask, "Would you like something to drink? Tea? Coffee? Water?" She bites her lower lip, looks at you, and smiles. "What kind of tea do you have?!" "Chai spice, black, chamomile-" "-Chamomile! I love chamomile!" You make yourself a cup of decaf coffee and a cup of chamomile for her. When you place hers on your coffee table she starts breathing heavy with a huge grin. "I can't wait to drink this," she says. "I can't remember the last time I've had tea!" Come to think of it, it must be a luxury for the students. Usually they only get to drink water at the drinking fountains. She blows on it and takes a low slurp. When she places it back on the table, she closes her eyes as she inhales through her nose and lays back as she melts into your comfortable couch. It's the first time she's taken her arms away from her chest. If you're not mistaken, they look even bigger than yesterday. She turns to you and smiles but you make eye contact with her before getting caught. "Good?" you ask. "Heavenly," she smiles. She looks down and gasps slightly, then tries to subtly cover her chest with one of her arms. You grab her hand and gently push it down then look into her eyes and ask, "Can I see them?" She looks a little frightened and surprised as she shakes her head no. "Please?" you plead, in your most tender tone. She looks at the steaming tea then back at you. You can tell she's considering it but there's a wince on her face. You turn to her on the couch and grab the bottom of her shirt with both hands. Staring into her eyes, you give her an opportunity to tell you to stop, but her expression only shows timidness. "I'm ugly," she whispers. You inhale with a smile then bite your lower lip. As you pull her shirt up she makes it easier on you by lifting her arms. It's a button up, but you don't want to waste time dealing with it. When the shirt is off, she uses both forearms to cover her cleavage and avoids eye contact. You look her up and down and she blushes a little. "See?" [[Continue->HucowLactation3]]

"Oh Jessie, stop pretending." She grimaces and turns her head away from you which makes you think she may be serious. Kneeling on the floor in front of her, you grab her wrists and slightly pull on them to ask her to give you a better look. She faces the ceiling and lets you lower her arms. "Wow," you say under your breath. She blushes and covers herself back up. "Come," you say as you wave toward your bedroom. "I've got a full length mirror in there. I want to show you how beautiful you are." She walks in after you, covering herself the whole way. "Let's start at your waist," you make an C shape with your finger. "See how your waist curves inward and your hips get..." you pause. Are her hips wider than before? You try to stick your finger between the elastic but there's not enough slack. "What!?" she asks as she looks down at your finger. "Uh, y-your hips get wider. That's not fat, that's curves." You stand behind her and place your hands on both sides of her waist, feeling her soft tummy with your fingertips. "It's very sexy," you say in a sultry voice as you look up at her. She puts her hands near yours and pinches some fat on her belly. You can see her frown in the in the reflection but something else catches your eye. Her breasts //have// become bigger. They're spilling out of the bra. Even the top half of her areolae are visible. You swear they were pale, pink, and small before but now they're dark pink and large. The boundary between the areola and the rest of the breast is distinct unlike some of the other students where it blends together. This gives her nipple a solid, circular shape. She makes eye contact with you in the reflection and blushes. You clear your throat and say, "You look a little uncomfortable," as you reach up to unhook her bra. Her breathing gets heavy and she looks side to side with uncertainty. You release the clasp before she has a chance to contest it and the bra falls down into her hands. In the mirror you see her breasts flop out and jiggle. They're so massive you can't help but stare. Jessie was the most endowed girl before, but now she easily surpasses everyone by a cup size. She slowly lowers her arms and the bra falls to the floor. There's an awkward moment where nothing is said and all you can hear is her breathing. You're both just staring at her chest. She asks, "Do they look different?" "Shouldn't you know better than I," you ask. "I-I don't usually look," she says. If you weren't so distracted, you'd pity her for her lack of self confidence. As you push her closer to the mirror, you say, "Let's take a good look now." [[Continue->HucowLactation4]]

You stand at her side and point down the front of her breast. "There's a big vein there I don't remember seeing." She gasps and turns to you. "Is it ugly?!" "It's beautiful," you say with a genuine smile as you look into her eyes. "Don't worry so much. It's all beautiful." She seems to relax a bit. You touch the top of the vein and trace it down to the areola with your finger. Jessie's breathing gets a little shaky as you get to the destination of your journey. You blow air on her nipple and see her slowly blink and the corner of her mouth raise. She swallows and exhales audibly. When you blow again, she wiggles her fingers. "Your nipples have a cute little hole in them." You circle your fingertip around the left one and Jessie gasps but doesn't pull away. "Ooh." "What? What is it?" In a whisper you say, "The hole is more pronounced when I make it hard like this." You stick out your pinky nail and fit the corner of it in the hole. It's hard to not fantasize about sucking them. How would the texture feel as your ran your tongue over those holes? You gently pinch the hole shut at the top and bottom then rotate your fingers and pinch it shut at the sides. When you do this, the holes turn into pinched slits. By the time you start caressing the edge with your thumb, it has become completely hard so you move on to the other one. Jessie is fixated on your finger in the reflection as you circle to make it hard. "May I lift one," you ask to her reflection. She blushes, but doesn't reply. You take your hand and cradle the left breast in your palm. When you lift it slightly, you realize how heavy and firm it is. It's so large it feels like it's going to roll off your hand so you decide to cup it with both. You move your hands to the base and hold the breast at the thumb webbing of each hand. "Look," you say. "I can't even touch my fingers together when I use both hands." You slide your thumb and index fingers from the base to the front of the breast, caressing it as you go. The breast flops down onto her stomach when you reach the end and jiggles. Jessie moans slightly. "Feel good," you ask. She smiles but shrugs. You do it again, this time with each palm, and as your palms slide against the underside of the breast, she slowly exhales through her nose and closes her eyes. You do the same to the right breast a few times. When you increase the firmness of your massage Jessie grimaces a bit but after a few strokes gets used to the sensation. Only after you increase the pressure even more does a thin jet of milk squirt out of her right nipple. When it splashes on the mirror, you drop the breast in surprise. You were so engaged with her breasts you completely forgot that the pill induces lactation. Jessie opens her eyes and looks down at you, confused at what just happened. [[Continue->HucowLactation5]]

She doesn't notice the splash on the mirror. You grab her breast and squeeze it as hard as you had done the last time and another jet squirts out. "Ah!" Jessie screams as she slaps your hand away. "What is that? Why..." she shakes her head about the room as she thinks. "Did the pill make me pregnant?!" "What? No!" you shake your head as you chuckle. "Jessie, it makes you lactate." At first, she seems a little relieved by that, but then she looks down and holds her palms up near her breasts. "But... but... I don't want to lactate." Hugging her waist from behind, you whisper "shh, shh, shh," into her ear. Then you kiss the side of her neck where her shoulder meets. You remind her how beautiful she looks. None of this truly seems to soothe her, though. It's only when you lift your arms to cup her breasts that you feel the tension leave her body. Some milk dribbles out of them when you squeeze the undersides. She turns her head to look at you and you can tell she wants a kiss by the way she licks her bottom lip. Instead of giving her one, you pinch the edge of her areola and spray milk on the mirror. You point your chin at the reflection and tell her to watch as you squirt a new stream and paint on it. After kissing the other side of her neck, you whisper, "Now you try." She squeezes herself and you move to get a side view of the milk squirt out. It takes her two pinches before the stream comes out. You bite your fingertip as you watch the arch it makes before hitting the mirror. Jessie looks at your face for a moment and blushes, then squeezes the other breast. By this time, there are a handful of splashes on mirror. You grab the breast closest to you and squeeze even more and let Jessie focus on her other breast. The jet doesn't shoot cleanly out of the nipple hole, it often brushes against the rim of the nipple and the spray disperses into the air. This also leaves little beads of milk behind on her nipple that slowly collect into bigger drops and drip down her breast. When the mirror has a nice coat of milk on it, you tell her to keep squeezing while you use your fingertip to write a little heart on it. As you do so, one of her sprays gets on the back of your hand. You show your hand to Jessie and both admire it. "I have an idea," you say. You run out to the couch and bring back your cup of coffee. "What's that for," she asks with a smile. [[Continue->HucowLactation6]]

You dip your pinky in the coffee to check it's temperature. It's warm, not hot. You lift the cup to one of her breasts and dip her nipple in it. The milk that was beading on her nipple is now making clouds in your coffee. You dip her other nipple in and look at the cup. Now both of her nipples are coffee coated. The coffee itself has very little milk in it. You look at her and lick your lips. "More please." She nods and points one of her nipples down and squeezes. The milk shoots past the cup and onto the floor until Jessie readjusts her aim. "What a pretty pattern," you say. The beautiful stream turns into fluffy clouds in the cup. Once shaken, the whole liquid becomes a lighter color. <<img "milk_in_coffee.png">> You take a sip without breaking eye contact. From her reaction it seems that she's surprised that you're actually drinking it and when you tell her it tastes good, she seems relieved. You raise the cup to her and say, "Don't worry. It's decaf. It won't keep you up." She places her hand on the cup to block your motion but you grab her wrist and move it out of the way. When you put the cup to her lips, she opens slightly, but her eyebrows droop in the center as she furrows her brow. Lifting the back of the cup, you say, "There you go," as you pour it into her mouth. She swallows and sticks out her tongue with her eyes closed. "Gah, I don't like coffee." "Oh, I'm sorry," you say. "Then let's get that off you." You precariously place the cup on the carpeted floor then bend over and brush your tongue against her nipple. When she gasps, you ignore her and put her whole areola into your mouth. You lick the outside of her nipple in circular motions then circle the front of it. The nipple gets hard fast as the tip of your tongue plays with the nipple hole. Jessie's head rolls back slightly as she looks to the side of the room. Your lips smack as you break suction. "All clean. This one at least." You take a step forward so your mouth can reach the other breast and Jessie breathes heavy in anticipation. As you give this nipple the same treatment, you catch Jessie staring into the mirror, watching the back of your head on her breast before you close your eyes and enjoy the moment. But you moan when you feel gentle pressure on the back of your head. You open your eyes again and see Jessie looking down at you and smiling. She's holding your head in place with her hand as you suck. You smile back at her with your mouth full and she bites her lower lip. When you gently nibble on her nipple, she closes her eyes and pats the back of your head. You pull your head away and say, "Let's continue this on the couch. I'll meet you there in a second." When you get to your living room, Jessie is nervously sitting on the couch holding her tea. She tilts her head and asks, "What's that belt for?" [[Continue->HucowLactation7]]

"I thought it might make it even easier on you," you say. She's still confused. You sit down on the couch beside her and slide the belt under one of her breasts. "If we're lucky, we'll see something neat." You loop it through and slide the buckle as far as it will go. Unfortunately there are no notches at that part to secure the belt in place so you have to hold it. You pull a little and her breast turns into an engorged balloon. "Still comfy?" She nods. With your other hand you hold her breast with spread fingers around the nipple. You squeeze all fingers toward the center and feel liquid patter onto your palm. Jessie gasps as you pull the belt a little tighter. This time, you feel liquid shoot into your hand, even though you weren't squeezing. You slowly pull your hand away and reveal that the stream is shooting solely from the pressure of the belt. A puddle of milk collects in your hand as you pull away. Jessie doesn't have much time to react because you put the end of the belt in her mouth to hold it tight for you. <<img "auto_milk_resized.png">> You push her to the edge of the couch until she's against an armrest and lay face up in her lap. Then you have her lean back and aim the nipple down. After some adjustment, the stream of milk fires into your eye. Out of reflex, you almost wipe it away, but then decide you don't mind. As you guide the breast with your hand, you accidentally move the stream to your other eye. Even though you just blinded yourself, it's not uncomfortable. The warm sensation on your eye lids is almost relaxing. You giggle and stick out your tongue. Jessie understands you want her to shoot the stream into your mouth. The warm stream travels to a side of your nose, hits your teeth, the back of your throat, and finally lands on your tongue. You moan and lift your head back, making the stream spray on your chin. Jessie adjusts her body so it shoots back on your tongue. The sensation tickles as it slowly runs down your throat. You reach up and caress the balloon with a fingertip as your mouth fills with milk. It's so firm when it's tied up like this and it's slightly cool to the touch. Using touch alone, you trace a vein on her breast with your fingertip and smile. Your mouth is almost full so you reach up and touch Jessie's cheek then point down at your face as you try to say, "Watch me," but it only comes out as a gurgle. With an audible gulp, you smile as you swallow the whole thing and note how it tastes sweeter than cow milk. It's a little weird that it's warm, but you still find it to be delicious, though maybe that's just the psychological aspect of the situation making you think that. Regardless, you love that it came from one of the students. Hopefully she saw you swallow and enjoy. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue for more. You pull on the strap and she releases it from her mouth, letting you slide the belt off of her breast. You then throw it somewhere on the floor. Jessie moans when you grab the breast and gently use it to pull her forward so it's placed in your mouth. You begin sucking to get some milk directly from the source. As you suck, the milk drains from the nipple in little spurts. You feel Jessie using something to wipe the milk off your face. When it feels like she's wiped everything away, you open your eyes and wince when you realize she wasn't able to get all off. "Sorry," she whispers and she dabs the corner of your eyes. You open them again and see Jessie looking down at you and smiling. She begins caressing the side of your head as you suck. It's so relaxing you can't help but close your eyes and you're a little concerned you could fall asleep like this. "Here," you say as you grab her other hand, move it behind your head, and place it on her skirt. She's a little perturbed at the idea so you caress her cheek with your finger tips then say, "Touch." The words are a little muffled because a breast is in your mouth, but she understands what you said. She sighs and looks at the ceiling. You feel her legs fidget nervously which shakes your body then moments later you hear and feel rustling under your head. That means she's followed your instructions and is masturbating. Hopefully her hands are under her skirt. She deserves a big reward for this. You caress her cheek then scoot yourself across her lap until you can place the other breast in your mouth. While you suck that breast, you make sure to massage the other one with your hands. The faster rustling sound informs you that she likes it when you give both of her breasts attention at the same time. [[Continue->HucowLactation8]]

You suck milk out of one breast and massage it out the other, all while Jessie masturbates under your head. It takes a while before Jessie is comfortable making eye contact again but you're looking up at her the whole time to make sure she's feeling as good as you are about this. She looks down at you and blushes. With a nervous giggle she says, "Don't watch," and uses her palm to cover your eyes. You decide to follow her directions and close your eyes, trying not to fall asleep. Jessie lifts her palm to make sure your eyes are closed and begins stroking your hair. She's not making it easy to stay awake. With your eyes closed, you hear Jessie make a quiet moan. The rustling gets a little faster. Her caressing hand moves down your cheek and pets the side of your neck. You tilt your head with a giant smile and squeeze her breast harder. Her hand travels to one of your shoulders and gives it a nice massage. It feels like you're melting into the couch. <<if $mc_crotch is "penis" or $mc_crotch is "both">>\ You feel your penis strain and throb against your pants so you grab her caressing hand, spread your legs, and place it on your crotch. Jessie looks shocked. Before she has time to think, you apply pressure to the back of her hand and help her fingers wrap around the imprint of your shaft. At first, you can feel her hand tremble, but then she starts to slowly slide it up and down, forcing a little moan from you. She doesn't move her hand much, just enough to get a feel of how wide it may be. Her lips part as she stares at the back of your hand. It's so quiet it's like she's forgotten to breathe. You lift your hand so she can see what she's doing and there's a sense of wonder on her face. Finally, you hear her exhale as you feel her fingertips trace up and down the sides of your shaft while she slowly leans forward to take a closer look. Then her attention turns to your penis head. She lightly pinches your tip to get a sense of its shape through your pants. For those few moments, it's like she forgot you were even there, but eventually she glances at you and blushes when she sees you smiling back at her. You prepare to hold her hand in place, but there's no need: She doesn't retract it.\ <<else>>\ Your body feels like it's growing warmer so you grab her caressing hand, spread your legs, and place it on your crotch. Jessie looks shocked but you don't give her time to react beyond that. You immediately apply pressure to the back of her hand to encourage her to rub. When she makes little circles around your labia you moan and she smiles.\ <</if>> You tap on her arm by your head to remind her to keep playing with herself, then you close your eyes and sigh. A tingling sensation builds in your <<if $mc_crotch is "penis" or $mc_crotch is "both">>penis<<else>>body<</if>> as you fondle her milky breasts. You start nibbling as you lick over the nipple, feeling its hole pass your tongue. As an experiment, you grab the same breast you're sucking and see if you can shut off the flow by biting the nipple while you squeeze, but you discover that it still flows. <<crotch both penis>>\ Jessie makes a claw-like shape with her hand while she strokes to get a better sensation of how large and wide it is. As she glides her hand, the webbing between her thumb and forefinger apply pressure to the top of your shaft.\ <</crotch>><<crotch vagina>>\ Over your pants, Jessie's fingers have slipped between your lips. The middle finger apply the most pressure as it wiggles rhythmically between your crease.\ <</crotch>> Slowly, you open your eyes and see Jessie has stopped masturbating and is caressing your head. "Why'd you stop," you ask after swallowing and pulling the breast out of your mouth. "You looked so happy," she says. "I liked watching. Besides, I don't think I'm going to finish." Suddenly you're aware of how late it feels and, glancing at the clock, you confirm your suspicion. You sigh as you sit up. "Oh, are we stopping?" It's a little disappointing that Jessie couldn't have an orgasm, but maybe you can give her one next time. "Yeah," you say, "It's getting late." "Oh... S-sorry I couldn't..." "It's alright," you say as you touch her shoulder. You stand up and wash your face off in the kitchen sink then you walk to your <<purse>> and take out the bottle of pills. When you look down you see <<if $mc_crotch is "both">> 2 little wet spots on your crotch. One from your penis, one from your vagina.<<else>>a little wet spot on your crotch.<</if>> "Do you want more chamomile tea," you yell to the other room. "Yes!" she replies. "OK, give me a sec while I boil some water." You inspect the bottle of pills as you wait. Hmm, 'Novae Nubhim'. You turn it around and see that it actually has a hand written list of ingredients written on a piece of white tape. A lot of them are foreign to you, but you recognize words like 'bull', 'cow', 'bovine extracts', etc. Maybe the way this pill works is by making the person who takes it more cow-like. You place the tea on the coffee table and Jessie is excited to see it until she notices the bottle of pills in your hand. "Do I have to," she asks with a frown. [[Yes.->HucowLactationYes1]] [[No. You had fun tonight, but her punishment is served.->HucowLactationNo]] /*[[Yes. In fact, give her two pills at once. It may affect her brain, but you're looking forward to more side effects.->HucowLactationYes2]]*/

<<set $hucow_pills_given to 2>>\ Instead of answering, you remove 2 pills and place them in her hand. Thinking you made a mistake, she picks one up and tries to hand it back to you until you shake your head and say, "Let's try two. That way you'll be done with your punishment twice as fast, hm?" She turns white and doesn't react until you say, "Go on." She sighs and swallows it with the help of her hot chamomile. You look forward to seeing what side effects you'll notice tomorrow. "Remember to knock on my door next time. We could go longer if we have more time." She nods and looks at her tea. [[Continue->HucowLactation9]]<<chardetail "Jessie" "On her second day of the lactation medication, you gave her 2 pills.">>

<<set $hucow_pills_given to 1>>\ Instead of answering, you remove a pill and place it in her hand. She sighs and swallows it with the help of her hot chamomile. You look forward to seeing what side effects you'll notice tomorrow. "Remember to knock on my door next time. We could go longer if we have more time." She nods and looks at her tea. [[Continue->HucowLactation9]]<<chardetail "Jessie" "On her second day of the lactation medication, you gave her one pill.">>

<<set $finished_hucow_transformation to true>>\ "I've thought about it and I think you've served your punishment." "Really!" she yells. "That's so great. Thank you Principal $name." [[Continue->HucowLactation9]]<<chardetail "Jessie" "You stopped giving her lactation pills.">>

You hand her her bra and shirt and she puts them on. She takes another sip of her tea and smiles with her eyes closed. When she finishes the whole thing she yawns and says, "Um, can I go to my room?" You grab her chin and look her in the eyes. "Yes, dear. And remember all the nice things I said earlier? I meant them." She smiles back bashfully and looks away, "I know... thanks." As you walk her to the door you say, "If you promise not to tell the others, you can come by some nights if you want some more tea. It'll be our little secret." She seems really excited by that idea. You shut the door as she walks away. You sigh. This place is going to smell like spoiled milk tomorrow if you don't start cleaning now. [[Office]]

<<set $finished_hucow_puffies to true>>You're sitting in your office and you hear a knock on the door. You look up at the clock and see class has ended. "Come in," you yell. Jessie pokes her head through the door and says, "It's me," in a monotone voice. You smile at her and she steps through the door. "I'll shut it?" You nod. She slumps by the door with her arms crossed over her chest. You walk over to her and stroke her head. "How are you feeling," you ask. She whispers, "Ugly." "Tch," you chide. "You're too hard on yourself. Why do you feel ugly?" "I'm... fat. Fatter." To inspect her figure you lift her arms until her body makes a T-shape, then you say, "No, just more... curvy." Her waist seems to be a little wider but not by much. It's her hips and chest that have changed. They're much more pronounced than yesterday and her clothes look tight on her. "Are your clothes uncomfortable?" She nods. "I thought so. Look at your shirt. It's about to burst open at the buttons." You try to catch a glimpse of her chest through the holes in her shirt. They're definitely bigger than yesterday. "Let's stop by the storage room and find you some looser ones." "OK," she says with a sigh, but she looks a little relieved. "Wanna go now," you ask. She nods. [[Continue->HucowPuffies2]]<<chardetail "Jessie" "On the second day of lactation pills, she seems to have reduced mental capabilities, but she seems happy.">>

As you continue your conversation in the hallway, Jessie covers her chest with one arm as she walks. Her wide hips make each of her steps slow and intentional and her bottom sways side to side. There's a bit of an awkward silence and you say, "I had fun last night." She blushes and twirls her hair with her finger. "I mean it. So, have you noticed any other changes?" She turns her face away from you and says, "I hurt..." She points at her boobs and says, "Here." You glance at her chest so fast she may not have noticed it. "Maybe we can do something about that." You unlock the storage room with your key and push Jessie in first. As the florescent lights buzz, you think about how underused this room is. There's probably lots of fun things in here the teachers could use for their classes. Unfortunately, you also store the cell phones in here so you're the only one allowed with the key. The rectangular room has a lot of open space by the door, but beyond that are 2 aisles running between long shelves. You walk to the center of the room and find the school uniforms. "What size would you say you are, now?" you ask while looking over your shoulder. She blushes and asks, "Can I pick?" That doesn't answer your question, but you don't mind. "Sure, help yourself." As she sorts through the shirts on the shelf you admire her curves some more. Her attention turns to the stack of clothes to the right. It's a pile of miscellaneous clothes, not school uniforms. She unfolds a sweater and holds it into the air with a big smile. When she puts it on over her tight shirt, it's immediately obvious that it's way too large for her. The bagginess does a good job of hiding Jessie's new shape, and you're not the biggest fan of that, but when she looks down you can tell she's elated. There's a flash of something strange you noticed earlier. "Jessie," you ask, lifting your chin and squinting. "Are you wearing green lipstick?" The color suits her red hair, but it's applied so clumsily. You take a step forward and pull her bottom lip down and inspect her mouth. It's her teeth that are stained green. She holds the bottom of her shirt out and admires the bagginess. "Nuh-uh." There's no indication she minds you're holding onto her lip. "Then what is that," you ask. "I wa- ooing," you let go of her lip so she can talk and she repeats, "I was looking for chamomile flowers... In the grass." "So... you found some and ate them?" She shakes her head. "Found none." Before you can get to the bottom of that, she starts trying to take off her tight shirt without taking off the loose sweater first. You scratch your cheek and say, "Um, you're going to need to take off the sweater on top if you want to pull off the tight one." She struggles for what seems like 10 seconds without taking your advice. You're getting a little impatient but she looks at you and holds up her arms into the air. "Help?" she asks. "Of course," you reply. You're glad your patience was rewarded. You grab the bottom of the loose shirt and are about to pull it over her head when she says, "No, just the bottom one." You squint and say, "I told you, it doesn't work that way. I have to take the top one off first." The wheels turn in Jessie's head and a smile grows on her face. You think she gets it now. Either she's having a bad day or the pills are making her a dim. "May I," you ask. She nods. You lift the loose shirt off her and it pulls her hair back as her head passes through the neck hole. For a brief moment her ears are exposed. You throw the shirt to the ground and part her hair to inspect her ear closer. The top has become long and pointy by a few centimeters, kind of like elf or Vulcan ears, except the ends look floppy instead of stiff. With some concern, you ask, "Do your ears hurt?" She shakes her head and points at the big shirt in your hand. "OK, let me take off the tight one first." Apparently she still has some modesty left in her. She turns her back to you and lifts her arms in the air. You lift off her top and see that her bra is so tight it's digging into her back. With some difficulty, you slip your finger under the strap and slide your finger side to side. There's an imprint from it digging into her skin all day. You hiss through your teeth and say, "That seems painful. Maybe we can find you a replacement bra, too." She stands on her tippy-toes and raises her arms higher, indicating she wants to wear her new top. You slide it over her head. When it's on, she pulls out the bottom and smiles again then she turns to face you and gives you a hug so tight it makes it a little difficult to breathe. But, her body is incredibly soft. It's like getting a hug from a cloud. She lets go, grimaces, and rubs her breast. Only a few seconds pass before she forgets about her tender breast and gives you another hug. "You like your sweater," you ask. She looks up into your eyes and nods with a big smile. "Good. Let's find you a bra." [[Continue->HucowPuffies3]]

You take a step forward to search for the bras and Jessie hangs on tight as you do so. She shifts her position so that she's got one arm wrapped around you so you're not pressing against her breast. Looking down at her, you say, "Um, it'll be a lot easier to find if you let go." She looks up and nods, but doesn't let go. With a smirk you say, "I guess I can manage." You walk around the room with a handicap and say, "I'm a little concerned about your behavior. Perhaps we should tell Mrs. Curie once we've found your clothes?" Jessie looks to the side and thinks about it, then she shakes her head. "Yeah, well, I don't know if you're in the best state of mind to decide that. "That sweater doesn't follow school uniform policy, you know, but I suppose I could make an exception for you. Should help protect you from Mrs. Ball, huh? "Anyway, you're probably thinking, it's unusual for a school to have bras as part of the uniform, but, I ordered some once AB started taking requests. It's not like I could let you students drive to the store to buy new ones, you know?" Jessie nods, but you get a sense she's not really getting what you're saying. You smile and say, "This is kind of nice. You're a good listener." She nods again. "Anyway, the students would be likely to run away and tell the authorities and I'd get in a lot of trouble. I often have nightmares about that... It's a lot simpler if I just buy the- Oh here they are." You sort through the bras and frown. "It's what I feared. Jessie, you were already the largest cup size. It didn't make sense to order larger than that." You look down and say, "Tell you what. I'll order some bigger ones for you tomorrow, OK? "Now I'm worried about you. Let's grab a skirt and panties and head straight to Mrs. Curie." She shakes her head again so she must understand what you're saying. "I'm hungry," she says. You pry her arms off you and say, "Come now. Let's go. We'll get you something to eat after we talk to Mrs. Curie. I'll make you some chamomile tea, too." Her face lights up and you have to hold her back from hugging you again. [[Continue->HucowPuffies4]]

You hand Jessie the skirt and panties and walk through the halls to the teacher's dormitory. Jessie has some trouble following because she keeps getting distracted by things along the way. You get impatient and wrap your arm around her back to guide her along the path. Part of the journey takes you outside and as soon as it does, Jessie drops her clothes on the ground and runs to the grass. She squats down and starts tearing out leaves of grass. You roll your eyes and walk to her. "What are you doing," you ask. When she turns, you see blades of grass sticking out of her mouth and she has a handful of freshly plucked grass that she holds up and offers to you. "Uh, no dear. I'm... not hungry." She pulls her arm back and puts another leaf in her mouth. You point toward the teacher's dormitory on the other side of the path and say, "Let's go there." Jessie scrambles to pick as much grass as she can as you rush her. "Let's make a pit stop at my place first," you say. Leading Jessie around is annoying and you don't want to deal with it while you search for Mrs. Curie. You open your door and Jessie runs to the front of the couch. She gets on her knees and starts shoving grass into her mouth. Weird. "How about some chamomile tea?" Jessie nods without stopping. It takes a few minutes to prepare. You place the cup and saucer on the coffee table and say, "I'll be right back, OK?" As you leave the house to search for Mrs. Curie you think to yourself it's probably a bad idea to leave Jessie alone like that. Mrs. Curie is not at her room so you check the teacher's lounge and find her eating dinner with Ms. Darwin. You explain Jessie's symptoms and Mrs. Curie's face lights up. "That's remarkable! So it //does// make you more cow-like. Take me to her. I want to see for myself." "Wait," Ms. Darwin says. "You made a pill to turn a girl into a cow?" "Wait," you say. "You knew this would turn Jessie into a cow?" Mrs. Curie explains, "No, no, no. It's just making her cow-//like//. She won't turn into a cow." You put your hands over your head, "That's like... I don't- That's not the part I care about! Is it dangerous?" Ms. Darwin's still stuck on the first part. She says, "You made a pill to turn a girl into a cow?" You grab Mrs. Curie by the hand and walk away from Ms. Darwin. [[Continue->HucowPuffiesHome]]

It's a struggle to pull her away from the mirror. She plops herself down and uses her weight to resist. "Ugh," you sigh. "Wait, I have an idea." You run out and come back with some grass in your hand. "Jessie, you want some food?" "Yeah!" Jessie says with a bubbly voice. Mrs. Curie rubs her chin and says, "She's eating grass, too?" Jessie crawls toward you when you put a handful of grass near her face and you lead her back to the living room in front of the couch. Mrs. Curie follows you both from behind. "Good girl," you say. You place some in her hand and push her shoulders back so she's kneeling again. She places her open hand onto her mouth to eat it. Putting your hands on her thighs, you look into her eyes and say, "Now, we want to get a peek at you. Will you let us lift up your sweater? We'll put it back on when we're done." She tilts her head to think about it but eventually shakes her head. You smile and say, "Oh, come now. I'll give you more grass. You can have some chamomile tea, too." She thinks some more and shakes her head again, but this time she lifts her arms out as if to indicate that you can take her sweater off. There's a happy grin on her face. You're confused as to which signal she's trying to send so you go for the one that is most appealing: You grab her sweater at the bottom and lift it over her head. Her head bobs back as you pull the sweater off and when she looks down she covers her chest with her arms and furrows her brow. She chews on the grass that's already in her mouth as she looks about the room. Her face relaxes and gives you the sense she's already forgotten her top is off, but she doesn't stop covering herself. You grab some more grass and hold your palm up flat to her mouth. She looks up into your eyes as she slowly bends her head down. When she gets an inch away from your hand, she carefully opens her mouth. The look in her eyes ask, 'is it OK?' and you smile to let her know that it is. She moves forward and her soft lips wrap around the top and bottom of your palm near your pinky. It tickles a bit when she applies the gentlest bit of suction and moves her lips side to side. As she leans her head back, her lips delicately slide off your palm and she's left with a mouth full of grass. It's kinda cute how she made eye contact the whole time. <<img "grass.png">> You pat her head as she licks her lips to gather the grass ends into her mouth and starts chewing. "See? We'll keep feeding you, but you gotta give us a peek." She swallows the grass with a loud gulp and smiles. Then she wraps her arms around you and says, "You're nice<<if $tortured_jessies_breast>> now<</if>>!" You frown as you look down at her. She's obviously happy but... You ask Mrs. Curie, "Should I feel guilty?" [[This feels wrong. Let's put Jessie's shirt back on and call it a night.->HucowPuffiesEndEarly]] [[Jessie's so happy you don't think she minds. And you really want to see how she's transformed.->HucowPuffies6]]

<<set $finished_hucow_transformation to true>><<include "HucowPuffiesEndEarlyDialog">> A little upset with yourself, you decide to call it a night. You put Jessie's shirt back on and have Mrs. Curie take her back to her room. It takes 3 hours to clean up the mess in your house before you can go to sleep. [[Office]]<<chardetail "Jessie" "You stopped giving her lactation pills.">>

You say, "Be a good girl and..." You grab Jessie's hands and pull them down away from her chest and place them on her thighs. She looks down at what you're doing with concern, but she doesn't fight you. When you remove your hands from hers she shakes her head but you put some more grass up to her mouth and she immediately gets distracted. It's a miracle her breasts are still in her bra as they're completely spilling out. Your breath gets heavy as you look them over. Her cleavage is smashed together into a deep line. You lower your head to get a look at her areolae but they're covered by something. "Jessie," you ask, "Did you stuff your bra?" Her nipples are hidden from you by tissue paper. You pinch one to pull it out and notice it's wet. "Uh-huh," she nods. "I leak." You slowly tug a tissue out of her bra and she closes her eyes and pants. Once you remove that, another piece of tissue paper is revealed that looks even wetter. You reach into her bra to pull it out and she gasps and smiles. Once it's removed, you can see the top half of her areola. It looks a little... strange. As if it's smushed against her chest and fighting a losing battle to push her bra away. You wave Mrs. Curie over to take a look. Jessie looks concerned as she looks into your eyes and then at Mrs. Curie's. "Shh, shh, shh," you say as you pet the back of her head and hand feed her some more grass. You look down and say to Mrs. Curie, "Do her nipples look different to you?" "I've never seen her nipples before," she replies. "Well," you say, "I was sure they were flat yesterday. Now they look 'puffy'." Mrs. Curie looks at you and says, "We should take her bra off." You nod and wave your hand in the air. It's covered in slobber. "I'll undo her from the back but you keep feeding her to keep her happy." Mrs. Curie shakes her head and says to Jessie, "This is demeaning to us both." "Just do it," you say as you move to Jessie's back and sit cross legged. The clasps on her bra are holding on for dear life and you wonder how Jessie was even able to put it on. You grunt as you try to undo the hooks but it's a futile effort. "It's too tight," you tell Mrs. Curie. "I'm going to cut it off." After retrieving a pair of scissors from your kitchen drawer, you sit back down, carefully slide it under Jessie's bra, and snip. It takes a few tries but, eventually, it hangs by a thread and tears open from the tension, popping off Jessie's shoulders and falling into her lap. You see her slump and her head tilt to the side. She moans, "Ahh." Mrs. Curie's eyes open wide. "What," you ask. Without answering, she waves for you to come over. You sit next to Mrs. Curie and see Jessie's eyes are closed while she chews and her hands are still on her lap. But that's not what draws your eyes. Jessie's engorged breasts are significantly larger than yesterday. They're only a few inches away from her lap. Her nipples are, in fact, puffy. Technically it's the areola that are puffy. They extend past the chest and are the size of golf balls. You lean in to get an up close view. The nipples on the areola stick out a little further and you see lots of little dots of milk are seeping through them. You bite your lower lip and watch as the dots slowly grow in size. Two of them grow until they touch. They form a drop and spill down her chest. Without opening her eyes, Jessie reaches behind her back to massage the tender mark the bra made. This juts her chest out closer your face. Your breathing trembles as you get an unbearable urge to suck on one of those puffy nipples. It's only Mrs. Curie's presence that makes you hesitate. You turn to her and say, "I think- I'm going to touch one. Just gonna stroke underside so we can see what happens." [[Continue->HucowPuffies7]]

You tell Mrs. Curie, "Why don't you feed Jessie some grass to keep her distracted?" She nods. When the grass is held under Jessie's nose, she opens her eyes and eats the grass. "That's good, just keep feeding her." You face your palm upward and put it underneath the base of her puffy nipple. Mrs. Curie looks down at your hand, waiting for what's next. You curl your fingers upward and brush the underside of the puffy nipple. It feels soft, almost fluffy. As your fingers curl to the tip, you feel some wetness on the back of a finger. You pull your hand back and look at your nails. There's little drops of milk on them. You turn to Mrs. Curie and say, "I was expecting something more dramatic than that. It didn't really have much of an effect." She shrugs. Unsatisfied, you make a fist and extend your index finger. You lift your finger to the underside of Jessie's puffy nipple and press against it firmer than before. The nipple is so soft when you put your finger against it, it doesn't lift up. Rather, your finger's pressure creates a notch in its shape. You move your hand slowly toward the tip. When you're halfway to the tip, milk starts spraying out onto your shirt. Jessie moans and looks down at her nipple with a wavering smile until Mrs. Curie distracts her with more grass. As you remove your hand and Mrs. Curie says, "She must be really full for that to happen because there aren't even milk glands there." "I think so, too." You take your palm and gently stroke the top of her breast. Unlike her soft nipple, her breast feels firm. You use downward strokes and each time you do, some milk spurts out. "Is that nice," you ask with a soothing tone. Jessie's smile slowly fades. Mrs. Curie tries to divert Jessie's attention to the grass but she pushes your hand away and grunts with a furrowed brow. "OK, OK," you say. "I'm sorry." Mrs. Curie says, "I think she's backed up like crazy. It's probably making her breasts very tender." "Don't you think she'd feel better if we milked her," you ask. "I imagine so," Mrs. Curie replies. "But she's so tender right now she's not going to let you." Mrs. Curie looks behind herself and says, "OK, what if we put her on the couch and draped her torso over the edge. Her breasts would hang and you could milk them. I'd hold her arms behind her back so she doesn't stop you or move." [[Let's put a stop to this experiment: Jessie probably wouldn't like that and you're not comfortable putting her in that position.->HucowPuffiesEndEarly]] [[That's a good idea. Jessie may fight you at first, but she'll feel a lot better when she gets all that milk out of her body.->HucowPuffies8]]

Two things occur to you: One, it's probably going to be difficult to get Jessie on that couch and two, this will ruin your carpet. "One second," you say. You run to your bedroom and come back with a blindfold in your hands and toss it to Mrs. Curie. "I use this to sleep better, but if we put it on Jessie I think it'll make our lives a lot easier." Then you run to your kitchen and bring back two of the largest bowls you can find. When you come back, Mrs. Curie has already put the blindfold over Jessie's face. Jessie doesn't seem concerned in the slightest. She even smiles when Mrs. Curie feeds her some more grass. You put the two bowls by the side of the couch and grab one of Jessie's hands. Mrs. Curie grabs the other one and lifts her to her feet. Jessie looks side to side, a little confused, but still not concerned. You move her to the couch and lay her stomach over the armrest. She doesn't struggle so you tell Mrs. Curie to keep feeding Jessie and massage her back to keep her happy. You kneel at the side of the couch and notice how gravity is enough to make Jessie's breasts drip milk. You move the bowls to line up with her breasts then take a moment to admire the scene. They dangle over the edge of your couch and slightly sway back and forth so you gently place your palm on the front to stop their movement. You look up and Jessie doesn't seem to mind. The breasts are so firm and large that even though they're dangling freely, her cleavage is a mere slit. Her puffy nipples point down and slightly away from each other. Every few seconds, another drop splatters into one of your ceramic bowls and makes a pitter-patter sound. You place your left hand between her cleavage at the base of her chest, and you put your right hand on the other side of the breast. Then you gently slide your hands down, brushing against the right breast as you do. As your hands move, your arms open slightly as they trace the teardrop shaped breast. A thin stream of milk jets out of her breast as you caress it. <<img "milking_jessie.png">> "They're so firm and full," you tell Mrs. Curie. The fact that your can't touch your thumbs and index fingers together when you wrap both hands around the base of a breast is a testament to how large they've become. You bite the corner of your lip as you feel an urge to do something lewd. You grab the back of the right breast and pull it slightly toward your face. It's surprisingly heavy. You bend your head down the rest of the way to meet it and place a firm kiss right on the center. Soon after you kiss, Jessie frowns, grunts, and pushes your face away. A lipstick smudge on her breast marks where your kiss landed. You'd love to paint the whole thing red with your mouth, but you decide to respect Jessie's wishes. Obviously her breast is so full of milk it's tender. You look down and notice some milk squirted on your thigh from the pressure of that kiss. Jessie puts her arms on the armrest and tries to push herself up. You give Mrs. Curie a look and she nods back at you. She grabs both of Jessie's wrists and pulls them behind her back. Jessie's stomach flops on the armrest, making her breasts jiggle back and forth like pendulums. When Jessie fell, a drop of milk splattered on your cheek. After wiping it off, you delicately hold the breasts in place from the bottom with your fingertips to prevent them from swinging into each other. Jessie struggles to get up, but it's easy for Mrs. Curie to put her weight on her and hold her in place. You say to Jessie, "I know it may not seem like it now, but you'll feel a lot better when this is over." You make an OK symbol with your hand and wrap it around the base of her puffy golf ball-sized nipples. As you slide your hand down to the tip, you feel the pressure build up and squirt out. It makes a soft 'zzz' sound as the stream hits the ceramic bowl. Jessie shakes her head and yells, "No!" You repeat the motion and half as much milk squirts out. The 3rd time no milk squirts out. But your job is far from over. The majority of the milk is in her breast still, it's impressive how much milk came out of her nipple alone. You lift her breast and put the side of your face against it and close your eyes. It feels so wonderfully warm and you can't help but smile. It's such a shame that they're causing Jessie so much discomfort right now. With both hands at the back of the breast, you press it against your face with your left hand, then you stroke it firmly from top to bottom with your other hand. It shoots milk onto your clothes each stroke, but you've decided you don't mind. You're just enjoying the warmth on your face. Jessie seems to have calmed down a bit. You only hear heavy breathing from her. She deserves a reward, you decide, so you plant another kiss on her breast, leaving your second mark. You lower your left hand until your pinky can press against the base of the puffy nipple, allowing you to feel the milk course through it as it passes by. As you press her breast against your face you think, there's something very relaxing about this. Your shirt is now soaked, but you gave up on being dry a long time ago. After leaving your 3rd lipstick mark, each about an inch apart from each other, you decide it's time to change up your technique. [[Continue->HucowPuffies9]]

You wrap both hands around the base of her breast and try to touch your thumbs and index fingers together but the top and bottom of your fingers are an inch away from touching. When you squeeze in a little then slide your hands down, Jessie lifts her head back and grunts as milk floods out of her nipple in a thick stream. "There we go!" you yell. This is the most efficient milking method you've found so far. You use that technique for a few minutes and empty her breast into the bowl. About 5 minutes pass and it looks like 2 inches of the bowl are filled with milk. You grunt, "This is really labor intensive. Maybe Ms. Tink can create some vacuum pumps to make this easier." You notice Jessie isn't fighting it anymore. Her breathing is labored, but her face is neutral. You lift up the blindfold and check how's she's doing and when she sees you she smiles. You stroke her cheek with the back of your hand and say, "Aww, that feels a lot better, huh?" She nods and says, "I'm hungry." "OK," you say. You have an idea that makes you tingle. Well, it's not really your idea. It's from the movie 'Lady and the Tramp'. You pull the blindfold back down so she can't see and crawl to get a blade of grass. Then you put one end of it into your mouth and put the other end into Jessie's. The smell of grass fills your nostrils as she breathes on your face. As she uses her lips to pull it in, you move your head toward hers until you meet in a kiss. Just like the rest of her body, her lips are incredibly soft. You try to pucker to make it a little more intimate but Jessie's head bobs back in shock and she abandons the half chewed leaf in your mouth. Looking to the side, you catch Mrs. Curie blushing. You move your head forward and place the chewed end of the leaf on Jessie's lips but she hesitates to eat it this time. To embolden her, you make kissing noises from your mouth but your smile wavers when you see it's not having any effect. Maybe she just needs a different kind of encouragement. You reach down and pet her right breast to stimulate her and you hear her breath shudder. She tucks her chin to her chest, turns her head slightly, and blushes behind her blindfold. You lower your jaw to touch her lip with the grass and she starts chewing on it again. It makes you smile as she pulls you in. Your lips meet and she puckers to pull the leaf from your mouth. Without releasing the grass, you pucker back at her to press your lips together. You put up a bit of a fight to savor the moment but eventually let her win the exchange by letting go. That's when you notice how heavy your breathing has become. You remove your hand from her chest and place it on your own. "I think you can let go," you say with a smile to Mrs. Curie. "She seems to be behaving herself. Why don't you join me down here?" Jessie keeps her arms behind her back even when she's not being restrained. With Mrs. Curie by your side you say, "Here, I'll show you the best way to milk them." Mrs. Curie extends her body to look at your kitchen behind the couch and asks, "Do you have any gloves?" You close your eyes, pinch the top of your nose, and ask, "What is it with you and gloves?" She scratches the back of her neck and says, "Besides the obvious sanitary concerns, I want to keep a professional distance between myself and the students." You roll your eyes, grab her hands, and place them around the base of Jessie's right breast. She gasps and extends her fingers straight out to avoid as much contact with it as she can. "...and then you bend your fingers like so..." you say as you push against her fingertips so they wrap around it. Mrs. Curie goes pale and her eyes dart about the room. Before she has a chance to assess the situation you have her pull down to milk Jessie like you were doing before. "That's right. Up and down... up... and down," you say, synchronizing your words to the timing. You slowly pull your hands away and smile when Mrs. Curie continues milking without your help. "See how it's a partially open?" you say, pointing at Jessie's mouth. "That means she likes what you're doing." You use your technique on the other breast at the same time but Jessie hisses through her teeth because all attention up till now has been to her right breast: Her left is still full and tender. "Shh," you say in a soothing voice as you place an affectionate kiss on her cheek. You use a gentle voice to assure her it'll feel good in a moment then correct Mrs. Curie's form until she's milking as well as you are. You catch Mrs. Curie breathing heavy as she looks at Jessie's face but when Mrs. Curie notices you, she darts her eyes down to the bowls of milk and makes a feeble attempt at discussing their design. You pause and hold up a blade of grass in your fingertips. "Would you like to feed her like I did," you ask. Mrs. Curie blushes and shakes her head. "I wouldn't feel right. She's a student." You smile and nudge her with your elbow. "Come on. It's fun." You stick your tongue out of the corner of the mouth and bite it then say, "Her lips are really soft." She fidgets her legs and says, "I have a husband, you know." You just smirk at her. Her legs shake even more as she looks around the room then chews on her index finger knuckle. You shrug and say, "Alright, it's your choice. But I want you to know what you're passing up." You grab her fingers and place them on Jessie's lips and move her hand side to side to feel how soft they are. "Have you ever felt lips that soft," you rhetorically ask. She sighs, looks at you, and says, "You promise not to tell him?" You just smile as you place the leaf in her mouth. [[Continue->HucowPuffies10]]<<chardetail "Mrs. Curie" "You convinced her to cheat on her husband by making out with Jessie.">>

You grab Mrs. Curie's head with both hands and adjust it so the leaf touches Jessie's mouth. Again, Jessie hesitates. Maybe it's because she overheard the conversation and she doesn't like Mrs. Curie. Or maybe she's just weary about kissing. Something that worked last time was to stroke her breast so you use your technique on her left one and get the milk flowing. She lifts her head as she moans then leans forward to find the grass. Mrs. Curie lifts her chin to help to place it in Jessie's mouth and as Jessie's lips move, the two inch forward to an inevitable kiss. When their lips meet, Mrs. Curie's eyes bug out and she immediately releases the grass and rubs her mouth with her hand. You chuckle and say, "What's wrong?" "N-nothing. It just surprised me... The way it felt. It was really soft like you said." You smile with your mouth wide as you continue to milk. She probably has never kissed a girl before. "Well," you say, "that wasn't much of a kiss, so it really doesn't count you know." You wait for her to reply to you but she doesn't, so you say, "You should try it again but hold it longer." She gulps and nods her head. Mrs. Curie picks up another blade of grass from the pile and sticks it in her mouth. The end of it shakes up and down until she places it on Jessie's lip. Since you're still milking, Jessie eagerly pulls the grass into her mouth. You see Mrs. Curie's lip twitch as it gets close to Jessie's. When they meet, Mrs. Curie closes her eyes and you hear her breath shudder through her nose. You wrap your fingers around Jessie's puffy nipples as a little reward for acting so nice and docile during this and it makes her moan out of the side of her mouth. The pillowy bumps are so soft they squish like marshmallows. You wonder what happens to them when they get hard. As you repeatedly pull down, you graze your ring fingers against the ends of her nipples to flick the milk from the tips. Mrs. Curie's kiss is even more passionate than yours. She pushes her lips into Jessie's and tilts her head a bit. A smooch sound is made as she pulls her head away and you feel her hip brush up against your hand as you play with Jessie's nipples. You stop milking to ask, "Did you like that," as you lick the milk off the webbing between your pinky and middle finger. She turns to you and slowly nods up and down<<if $has_aphrodisiac>>, then she caresses her lips as she stares longingly at Jessie's. With heavy breathing, Mrs. Curie extends her arm and brushes Jessie's lips with her fingertips. When contact is made, Jessie's head jerks back and she grunts with irritation. Mrs. Curie snaps her hand back to her chest and giggles nervously. She extends her arm again and grazes Jessie's lip with her index fingertip. This time, Jessie - probably thinking the touch is a blade of grass - opens her mouth. Mrs. Curie bites her own lip as she slides her index finger from the back of the tongue to the front. On realization that it's not a blade of grass, Jessie turns her head to get the finger out and frowns. Mrs. Curie says, "I like that way more than she does." She breaks eye contact and drops her chin to her chest. Fidgeting with her fingers, she says, "This is so different from my husband. She's so soft and... it's like apples and oranges right?" "Apples and oranges?" you ask. "I mean doing this with a man verses a woman. It's so different it doesn't really count, right?" Clearly Mrs. Curie is starting to feel guilty. You reassure her that it is different but while you do so she keeps petting her own lips and glancing at Jessie. She interrupts you to ask, "Do you have that tube of aphrodisiac I gave you?" "Yeah, why?" Mrs. Curie puts her finger on her lip and says, "Don't you think this would be a lot more fun if she wanted it? We could dilute it a bit. It's too potent otherwise." Wow, that was easy. She must not have been feeling //that// guilty. You ask, "Would I be able to give her an orgasm from milking her?" She nods and says, "Most likely." [[It's naughty, but that's never stopped you before. Let's use the aphrodisiac on Jessie.->HucowPuffiesAphro]] [[Meh. It's late. Let's just get the milk out of her and call it a night.->HucowPuffiesNoAphro]]\ <<else>>. "Good," you say with a smile. "Your secret's safe with me." [[Continue->HucowPuffiesNoAphro]]<</if>>

<<set $jessie_took_aphrodisiac to true>>You ask, "How are we going to do it?" "Well," Mrs. Curie says. "For this part I really do need gloves to apply it because I don't want any on me. Then I'll just need a glass of water and the aphrodisiac." You get up and come back with the requested items. "I use those gloves to clean my dishes, is that OK?" She inspects them, decides they're clean, and nods. After she puts them on she pours a drop of aphrodisiac into the glass and stirs it with her gloved finger until it dissolves. "That's it?" you ask. "That's it," she replies as she carefully hands you the glass. She gets on the couch behind Jessie and you stand behind Mrs. Curie to watch. Mrs. Curie pulls down Jessie's skirt and panties with one fell swoop. You hold the glass up to her and Mrs. Curie dips her finger in while being careful to not spill any on you. Mrs. Curie circles her finger around Jessie's vagina a few times then sticks her finger in two knuckles deep. Jessie's only reaction is a moan and to wiggle her fingers a bit. She's still holding her arms behind her back on her own. Mrs. Curie removes her finger and uses her other hand to pull up the skirt and panties. "That should do it," she says as she walks to your sink and throws the gloves in. "Now we wait for it to take effect." You stand by the couch and watch Mrs. Curie sit cross legged in front of Jessie's right breast and go back to milking it. "You just going to stand there," she asks. You shake your head and sit next to her then milk the other breast like you were doing before. You're both hypnotized by Jessie's blindfolded face as you look for a sign the aphrodisiac has taken effect. Gradually, Jessie's breathing slows and gets louder. When she parts her mouth and starts moaning, you and Mrs. Curie smile at each other. After a few minutes Jessie's noises start to get pretty intense and you hold out your arm to hold Mrs. Curie back to stop her from milking. "Let's have fun with her first," you explain. Jessie's panting turns to whimpers when the physical contact stops. You notice some movement behind her so you lift your bottom off the floor to see what's going on. Her fingers are wiggling and start to migrate to her backside so she can pleasure herself. "Jessie," you say sternly. "Keep your hands behind your back." She nods in agreement but doesn't follow your command. You stand up to hold them in place and she whimpers but when you let go of her arms, she obeys. "Good girl." You sit down where you were and watch the struggle continue. Jessie's nostrils flare and she lowers her head. She starts moving her hips back and forth which makes her breasts swing at you and Mrs. Curie. "Oh, that's adorable," you say. You caress the topside of the left breast during a moment it swings toward you. Jessie gasps and smiles. She interprets it to mean she gets touched if she shakes so she rotates her shoulders, making her breasts swing left and right at different intervals, often crashing into each other which makes a soft pat sound. But this time nobody rewards her for the show and she begins to whimper. "She might be ready for another kiss," you say. To test your theory, you brush your thumb across Jessie's lips. Jessie immediately stops shaking, moans, then starts kissing your thumb. You can't help but tilt your head back at the sensation. She may have the softest lips you've ever felt. You remove your thumb and smile at Mrs. Curie. "See? She likes it now." Mrs. Curie puts her thumb to Jessie's lips and moves it side to side like you had and Jessie start's kissing then Mrs. Curie clears her throat and mutters the word, "soft." She pushes her thumb into Jessie's mouth and Jessie starts sucking on it. When this happens, Mrs. Curie bites her lower lip and shivers a bit. You whisper, "She likes you." Mrs. Curie removes her thumb and bends forward to give Jessie a kiss. When their lips meet, Jessie tilts her head up and moans but Mrs. Curie smothers the sound with her mouth. She grabs Jessie's head with both hands and pulls her in tight. Jessie's mouth parts as Mrs. Curie forces her tongue in. Mrs. Curie's technique is a little awkward but the little tongue protrusions on their cheeks tells you they're enjoying it. As Mrs. Curie pulls her head back, Jessie sticks out her tongue and licks upward in an effort to connect with Mrs. Curie but misses. Mrs. Curie says, "oh!" and quickly leans her head in to lick Jessie's tongue while it's still hanging out of her mouth. Jessie blushes and closes her mouth. Mrs. Curie pulls her head back and Jessie starts whimpering. You say, "Let's play a game to see how close we can get Jessie without tipping her over the edge, OK?" Mrs. Curie nods enthusiastically. You look down and say, "I really want to kiss her breasts all over and you really want to kiss her mouth. I'll listen and let you know when to slow down." [[Continue->HucowPuffies12]]

Mrs. Curie steps into your home first and says, "Wow, your place is so much nicer than mine." "Yeah, well..." You pause as you look about the room. "Oh god damn it." There's grass stains on the carpet and the cup of chamomile has spilled on the table. Jessie's nowhere to be found so you call out her name. You find her kneeling in your room staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her head is tilted to the side and she's playing with her ear. "There you are," you say. "You made a big mess." "Is that me," Jessie asks as she points at the mirror. Then Mrs. Curie walks in and Jessie furrows her brow. Mrs. Curie looks her up and down. "That's just... You've completely transformed!" She turns to you and pummels you with questions. "How large has her chest grown? Does she have udders?" "No!" Jessie yells as she covers her chest. You explain to Mrs. Curie through gritted teeth, "Jessie's very sensitive about her appearance, OK? Try to be sympathetic." "Well," Mrs. Curie says, "I need to see her progression." You're not sure if she heeded your words. You look at Jessie's chest and realize you're dying to see her breasts, too. This must be how Mia feels when she's about to do something naughty. You shake your head and snap out of it. "Is she going to be OK?" Jessie ignores the conversation and goes back to staring into the mirror. Mrs. Curie says, "I think so. She seems happy enough to me. Doesn't look like she's in pain, but I'd need to inspect her to be sure." You're skeptical of that last bit but you want to believe. "OK," you say, "but let's take her away from the mirror. She might be scared by what she sees." [[Continue->HucowPuffies5]]

Mrs. Curie tilts her head 45 degrees and continues kissing Jessie while you turn your attention to her breasts. You lift the left one to your face by interlocking your fingers behind it and plant a firm kiss right on the center. Milk sprays out of it onto your shirt as you squeeze it harder into your face. You hear Jessie moan louder as you do this so you lower the breast and you tap Mrs. Curie's thigh to tell her to slow down. Patiently, you both wait for the familiar sound of Jessie's whimper before you continue. The left breast is held in place with one of your hands while you place your other hand underneath the nipple. A kiss to the left of your previous one causes a stream to shoot out onto your fingers. Lifting your milky hand closer to the source of the stream, you place your thumb and index finger at the base of the puffy nipple and stroke it down to the tip. It shoots a warm jet onto the webbing between your thumb and index finger until you reach the end of the nipple. From there, milk runs down the back of your fingernails. The volume of Jessie's moans tells you her nipples are more sensitive than her breasts. Above you you hear the sounds of Mrs. Curie and Jessie making out which must be intensifying the sensation. Mrs. Curie needs to slow down, so you tap on her thigh but she just moans and gyrates her hip. An orgasm is imminent so you push on her thigh with more force until you hear the seal of their kiss break. Mrs. Curie wipes her lips off on her lab coat, smiles, and says, "Sorry." "It's OK," you say. "Eventually she'll get to a point where any touch will push her over the edge but, before that happens, I want to put her on the floor." Mrs. Curie isn't sure what you're up to but is happy to humor you. Jessie doesn't mind as you move her off the couch and onto the floor. In fact, she enjoys the contact. "Perfect," you say. You get on your back with your head near Jessie's and slide your face between Jessie's arms and under one of the heavy breasts. It's so heavy and large it spills out onto both sides of your face and makes it impossible to see or breathe. Grabbing it with both hands, you adjust it so the nipple falls into your mouth. When it does, it lands on the base of your tongue with a constant stream of milk shooting onto the back of your throat. In a moment of panic, you almost gag, but you slow down your breathing and are able to maintain your composure. You snake your arm around Jessie's and rub Mrs. Curie's thigh to let her know she can continue making out. She eagerly crawls on the floor and a few seconds later you hear the pleasant sound of them making out. There isn't much time before you run out of breath. You lift your tongue toward the roof of your mouth and caress the underside of the nipple. When you make contact, the jet stream shoots out with slightly more force. You curl your tongue and slide it down to the tip of the nipple and use the tip of your tongue to push it toward the roof of your mouth a couple of times. Is her nipple getting hard? For some reason you expected it to get larger and longer when that happened, but it's actually shrinking in your mouth. You run your tongue along it and feel that it's much more textured and wrinkled than before. You're running out of air, your mouth is full of milk, and Jessie is near orgasm so you lift the breast off your nose and inhale deeply. You feel around for Mrs. Curie's thigh but you can't find it. Maybe she's on the other side of Jessie's body. As you're in the middle of reaching it becomes obvious that Jessie's been tipped over the edge so you scramble to give her as much pleasure as you can. You use both hands to caress the sides of a breast in your mouth. She'd probably enjoy it if you sucked on her nipple so you squeeze your eyes shut tight and swallow your mouthful of milk. It's thinner and sweeter than cow's milk, but not by much. You pucker your lips and create a suction that pulls the nipple down until it touches the back of your tongue. Then you make a loop with your tongue to cradle the nipple on all sides. Sliding the loop of your tongue back and forth in your mouth has the effect of stimulating the nipple on both sides and on the tip. You feel the tiny nipple hole pass over the top of your tongue. Jessie jerks her shoulder back and lifts her breast off your face but your suction holds her nipple in place. Her stretched breast gives you a moment to inhale deeply before Jessie lowers her shoulder and smothers you with her breast again. The way her moans have shifted to rapid pace cries tells you she's having an orgasm. You spread your fingers and press into both sides of her breast as you move your tongue back and forth. The milk shoots out with more pressure when you squeeze, and you do so over and over again. Your mouth is filling up with milk again and you're unable to breath. But, Jessie is still in the middle of her orgasm so you do your best to continue stimulating her. External sensations start to fade away, the world feels like it's dimming, and all you hear is the sound of your heartbeat race. In a panic, you reach up and push Jessie's away from you. You hear the seal of her kiss break but she's so busty that even pushing her face up doesn't lift her breast off your air passages. A second later you hear Mrs. Curie say, "Oh my god." She must have noticed your arms flailing to lift Jessie off you. Jessie's breast is lifted off your face and you immediately turn your head and spit out the milk on your carpet and begin coughing. "Are you OK?" You're still catching your breath so you give Mrs. Curie a thumbs up sign. When you open your eyes, you see Jessie behind you sitting up on her knees. She still has the blindfold on and she looks slightly smiling, completely indifferent to the noises she's hearing. Once you can breathe, you ask Mrs. Curie, "Did she cum?" She nods back at you gleefully. "Good." As you catch your breath, you notice the two bowls of milk and crawl toward them. [[Continue->HucowPuffies13]]

"Let's just continue milking her until she's no longer in pain," you say. <<if $has_aphrodisiac>>Mrs. Curie looks disappointed but agrees. <</if>>You both sit at the edge of the couch and milk one breast each. Occasionally, Mrs. Curie will get up on her knees and place a kiss on Jessie's lips. Jessie always seems a little surprised by it as if it's a minor annoyance, but you don't think it's cruel to let Mrs. Curie keep doing it. Besides, Mrs. Curie is really enjoying it every time. After what seems like 10 minutes and 15 kisses later you stop and look at your work. [[Continue->HucowPuffies13]]

They're both almost 3 quarters of the way full. You ask Mrs. Curie, "You think any of the students would like cereal tomorrow?" She chuckles and says, "I don't think there's enough there for all of them. Maybe if you saved some up or gave 'Novae Nubhim' to more students..." That's an interesting idea. You could give it to more students than just Jessie. <<if $jessie_took_aphrodisiac>>As soon as you have that thought, Jessie begins whimpering. "What's wrong," you ask Mrs. Curie. "The aphrodisiac is kicking in again." Mrs. Curie walks on her knees over to Jessie, wraps her arm around her back and gives her a side hug. The physical contact seems to calm her a bit, but not completely. "Remember? It doesn't wear off until you neutralize it. Where's the neutralizer?" Mrs. Curie pulls off the blindfold. You glare at her and say, "You never gave it to me." "Oh yeah, I forgot about that. At the time I thought it was a little odd you asked for the aphrodisiac but not that, but I don't like to pry. I guess we'll have to get it from my classroom." Damn it. And you have a whole night ahead of you dedicated to scrubbing the milk out of your carpet. "OK, we'll get it in a few minutes. Just keep her busy." "Kay," Mrs. Curie says then she starts caressing Jessie's lips with her free hand. Jessie closes her eyes, lifts her head, and starts purring. You remember what you were thinking about earlier: Should you continue to give the lactation pill to Jessie and other students in the future or should you stop this experiment?<</if>> [[Jessie's changes are a little scary. Let's stop giving her the pill and hope she reverts back to her normal self.|HucowPuffiesAphroEnd][$finished_hucow_transformation to true]] [[You're curious about what side effects Jessie will experience next. And giving the pill to other students sounds appealing, too. Let's keep going with the experiment.|HucowPuffiesAphroEnd]]

<<if $finished_hucow_transformation>><<include "HucowPuffiesEndEarlyDialog">><<else>>You hand Mrs. Curie the bottle of pills and tell her to give one to Jessie. She's happy to do it. She places a pill on Jessie's tongue and rubs her throat until she swallows.<</if>> "Let's get her dressed," you say. You walk around your house gathering your things and the three of you <<if $jessie_took_aphrodisiac>>walk to Mrs. Curie's classroom, neutralize Jessie, and put her back in her room for the night.<<else>>put her back in her room for the night.<</if>> She falls asleep before you even leave the room. Outside her door you tell Mrs. Curie, "Well, I've got a long night of cleaning ahead of me." "I'll help," she says. "It's ok." "No, really, I insist. I... I've never worked at a place where I could do something like what we did tonight. It was..." she looks away and blushes a bit. "Interesting." "Interesting," you ask. She looks at you, smiles, and nods. "Yes, I feel like I owe you one." As you both walk back to your dorm, she asks, "Is Jessie the student with the softest lips in the school or are there a student's who're softer?" [[Office]]

You tell Mrs. Curie your decision to stop giving Jessie the pills. Unfortunately, she doesn't know when or even if Jessie will revert to her former self. You're upset to hear that, but she reminds you that was always the risk of giving her an experimental drug. It's hard to stay upset when you know she's right. You only have yourself to blame.

<<set $finished_hucow_sex to true>>\ When the day ends, Jessie shows up at your office at 6pm sharp. You say, "Come in, come in. How are we feeling? Any different?" She sighs as she slaps her hands to her sides. "Yeah... different." "What's wrong?" "I'm even more sore than yesterday." You scuttle over to her and lift her hands up to the sides until they're parallel with the floor. This exposes her belly, but you avoid staring because it might make her self-conscious. It does look a little bigger than yesterday, but her breasts and hips seem to have grown too, so even with the belly, she has an hourglass figure. Her shirt looks like it's going to burst at the seams. Despite it being opaque, you can still see a faint bulge above each breast where they are spilling over the top of her bra. And her skirt has become so tight that it's riding up and almost reveals her panties, even though she's standing. "Wow," you say. "Do you think you might just be sore because your clothes are too tight?" She turns her body sideways as she covers her chest with her arms, then says, "Are you saying I'm fat?!" "No, just-" She interrupts you by sighing, then she hunches and dangles her arms. "I know I am. It's this stupid pill. It's doing all sorts of embarrassing things." [[Continue.->HucowSex2]] [[Jessie clearly doesn't like the pills so you tell her her punishment has been served and she can stop taking them. She's free to go back to her dorm.|Office][$finished_hucow_transformation to true]]

You ask, "Embarrassing things?" She looks you up and down and her cheeks become flush, then she looks away while she whispers, "My back hurts. I think it's from my, //ahem//, boobies." She's waiting for you to say the next thing but you don't. Eventually, she says, "They actually leaked in math class! It was so humiliating. I hope nobody noticed. Sarah saw I think. I had to stuff my bra with toilet paper to stop the leaking!" You try not to smile. She continues. "And then there's weirder stuff. Not bad, but weird. Like my ears tingle and I'm always in the mood for salads. I hate salads! Principal $name, do I have to keep taking-" She furrows her brow and with a hint of attitude snaps, "Why are you staring at me like that?" "Sorry, I was just listening intently," you say with a grin. Actually, during her rant you noticed she has this glow about her that you're pretty sure wasn't there yesterday. She says, "I don't like when you look at me like that. And that's another thing. Everyone's always staring at me now. They're all saying I'm ugly." "Who said that?" "Well..." she groans. "They're all thinking it! I can tell." With confidence, you ask, "How could anyone think that?" and it throws her off guard. You use the opportunity to change the topic. "Do you think some chamomile tea would make you feel better?" She looks down, pets her cheek with the knuckles of her right hand, tries to suppress a smile, and says, "Maybe." You say, "On the way, we'll make a little pit stop to get you a larger shirt and bra." She looks like she's about to protest but you cut it off by saying, "You'll leak less since your clothes won't be pressing against you so tightly." She sighs then says, "Fine." [[Continue.->HucowSex3]]\ <<chardetail "Jessie" "Her hips and breasts have grown from taking the lactation pill.">>

You and Jessie pick out some new clothes for her at the storage locker. She chose a bigger shirt, bra, and this baggy sweater she found that's not part of the school uniform. As you walk with her to your dorm, she not-so-subtly hints that she wishes she could wear the sweater in class. Obviously, it's because it's so loose it hides her figure. Along the way, you say, "Oh, I almost forgot, Ms. Tink dropped off a special package earlier today. We should open it and see what's inside." "Uhh," she says. "OK, sure." When you open your dorm room's door and turn on the lights, you see the large cardboard box on the floor. Since it takes up a lot of space, you moved your coffee table out of the way and put it in front of the couch to make room for it. When Jessie sees it, she stops at the door frame and rubs the back of her neck as she asks, "What's in that?" You try to sound playfully spooky when you reply. "Mystery box. So mysterious, I may not even know myself." She squints at you as you walk off to the kitchen to make her some tea. While you wait for the kettle to boil, she yells from the living room, "Come on, you know what's in it." You tease by saying, "I may have a vague idea." "I bet it's gross." [[Continue.->HucowSex4]]

When you bring Jessie her tea, she's staring at the box. You're happy to see she was disciplined enough to not open it, but she's now wearing the sweater that hides her figure. After you hand her her cup, you sit down next to her. She nods toward the box and she says, "Is it for me?" "There's stuff in there that's for you, yes." Her face turns sour for a second and she says, "I bet it's gross." You change the topic by saying, "Did you say your ears are tingling? Can I look at them?" A frown flickers on her face before she bows toward you and tilts her head to expose an ear through her parted hair. As you inspect it, you feel her warm breath on your chest. "Do they hurt?" "Not really." It's subtle, but they look pointy at the top. Almost elf-like. You inspect it with your fingers. The top is strangely warm, but not so much at the other parts of her ear. The back of her ear feels fine, too. Before you know it, you're massaging her head behind her ears with your thumb. After a few seconds of this, her breathing becomes heavy and she moans as she slowly lowers her head to your chest. As soon as her forehead hits your body, she jerks her body upright and scoots back. "Hey!" she says as she shakes her head while she grins. "I thought you were just going to look at my ears." She frowns when she asks, "Does anything look wrong?" "I'm not sure yet," you say as you beckon her closer. "Let me look at the other one." After squinting at you, she looks at her tea and takes her first sip. With a blissful expression on her face, she slumps back and sinks into the couch. A few seconds later, she rolls her eyes at you and shakes her head. "Fine, you can look at the other one." After a superficial inspection of her ear, you start rubbing the back of her head again. This time, before she's about to pull away, you pinch the back of her neck with your other hand and massage one side of it with your thumb and the other side with your forefinger. This makes her moan and slump forward until the top of her head bumps into your chest. She mumbles something you can't make out, but you can tell by her tone that she's happy. After about 30 seconds of this, you hear her slurp then she lifts her head and wipes her mouth with her sleeve. With a beet red face and a frown she says, "Oh god, I drooled." You reassure her by saying, "I take that as a compliment," then grin as you reach behind her neck and guide the top of her head back to where it was. After a few pinches, her moans are louder than they were before. For support, she places her palms on your thighs and your hand slowly migrates up her nape, slips behind her shirt, and you rub her shoulders. "So good," she gurgles. [[Continue.->HucowSex5]]\ <<chardetail "Jessie" "You gave her a massage she enjoyed at your dorm.">>

When you stop massaging, Jessie slowly lifts her head up and leans against the couch. "Mmm," she says as she grins at you through her periphery, "I almost fell asleep, you know." Suddenly, her eyes widen and she blushes. "Did you unhook my bra?" She covers her chest with one arm and playfully slaps you with the other. You say, "It made it easier to massage you." "Yeah, right," she squints. She expects you to reply, but you don't say anything, and in that awkward silence you look into her eyes and smile. After a couple of seconds of this, she blushes, looks away, then whispers, "Don't stare." You pinch the bottom of her sweater and rub it with your thumb. "Can I see?" She whimpers then says, "I'm ugly... What if you think I'm ugly?" "I won't." "But what if you do?" Her lips purse as her eyes wander around the room, but they don't lock onto anything in particular. After a sigh, she frowns and says, "I'm afraid you're going to think I'm ugly, and then you'll never invite me back." "Aw, sweetie," you say as you stroke her hair, "that's not going to happen. I didn't even realize you were having such a good time. Besides, I don't need to see you naked to tell that you're beautiful." She covers her lips with her curled fingers, but you can see a smile behind them. "You're just saying that," she says. When you shake your head, she smiles as she nibbles on the side of her index finger, then she gets off the couch and stands in front of you. Her breasts partially obstruct your view of her face. She grabs the bottom of her sweater and yanks it past her head and in doing so, her breasts jiggle as they're dropped past the sweater and hang under her bra. Relative to her chest size, the bra looks like a joke. You wonder how she was even able to stuff her breasts in there in the first place. You're pretty sure you can feel heat radiating from her breasts. They hang over you about a foot away from your face and the idea of watching one swing back and forth under its own weight is really tempting, but you suppress your urge to lift one up and drop it. Although each one is massive, there isn't a hint of sag to them. If you didn't know better, you'd guess they were implants. Something else has changed. Her areolae are now three dimensional and each is the size of half a golf ball. "Wow," you say as you scan one of her massive breasts up and down. "May I touch one?" Jessie pouts as she shakes her head. "They really hurt. Well, not my nipples. They tingle like crazy. But my boobies are super sore." You lift a finger and move it an inch away from her nipple, pause, then look up to ask, "I'll just touch your nipple then, OK?" She bites her lip and shakes her head, but you decide to go for it anyway. When you place your fingertip gently on her areola, she gasps and takes a step back, but you beckon her closer and say, "I promise I won't touch your boob." You beckon her again and she hesitates before taking a step forward. As you drag your finger down the top of the areola, the first thing you notice are all the lovely bumps you brush against along the way. But once you get half way down to the tip, her nipple sprays a thin stream of milk. You gasp as you retract your finger, then look up and say, "I've never seen someone this full of milk before. No wonder you're so sore." She frowns and says, "I know." A smile grows on your face. "We should open the box. Something in there will make you feel better." [[Continue.->HucowSex6]]

She covers up, points at her sweater, then asks, "Can I put it back on?" "Nope! In fact," you pull her bra away, "you really shouldn't be wearing this, either." After tossing it to the floor, you walk behind the box and sit down with your legs crossed. "Come on, let's open it." She drops to her knees to sit, in doing so, she has to bend forward which makes her breasts sway as they dangle a few feet from your face. It only lasts for a moment, and they make a soft patting sound against her stomach when her bottom meets the ground. She has a worried look on her face as she opens the box then she looks inside and pulls a device out. "What is-" She looks at you and furrows her brow. "Is this a breast pump?" "Ooh, let me see," you say as she drops it into your hand. She looks somewhat relieved to give it to you. Its shape reminds you of an air horn but the whole thing is see-through. At the bottom there's a cylinder canister that collects the milk and at the top is a funnel that blooms out at a 90 degree angle from the canister. You tilt the device in your hands and notice the funnel is detachable. It's supposed to go on the areola, and there's a tube that connects to the top of the funnel and disappears into the box, most likely leading to a motor that provides the suction. You lean over, peer into the box, and raise an eyebrow. "What's that other stuff," you ask Jessie. She shrugs, "More grossness. Why are you acting so surprised? You reach in and explain. "Ms. Tink just dropped this off this morning. This is my first time looking inside." As you suspected, there's a motor that provides the breast pump suction, but there's also a strap-on, vacuum pumps for nipples and breasts, a pump that looks like it's meant to fit around the vulva, and an inflatable dildo. You dig around and realize the strap-on is also inflatable: At its base is a tube that connects to a bulb that you can squeeze to increase its volume. You look up and touch your chin as you think, then you say, "Come to think of it, I might've asked for pumping equipment, not milking equipment. Looks like she threw in everything she could think of." After you've removed the motor and the second breast pump, you hold the 2 pumps up and smile at Jessie. She frowns and shakes her head then says, "I'm scared." "Why? You weren't scared yesterday." "Yeah but today I'm way more sore. And that's a machine. It can't be gentle." You lift an eyebrow and say, "What? Sure it can. Look, it has settings. We'll start it on its lowest one and if you hate it, we'll stop. Sound good?" With a crinkled nose, she just stares at the pumps. "Once we get that milk out of you, you're going to feel great, you know." After some hesitation, she looks at you while biting her thumbnail, then she nods. [[Continue.->HucowSex7]]

You say, "Great!" as you push the box out of the way. "OK, put your back against the couch and sit up straight. Just relax, I'll do all the work." When you move the equipment to Jessie's side, she grabs your wrist and frowns at you. "I'm scared." You place your other hand on top of hers and say, "We'll stop whenever you want, OK? Just give it a try first, that's all I ask." Once you turn it on to its lowest setting, you cover the funnel with your hand and smile because the suction is almost negligible. You place it over her palm to show her and put her at ease. "See? Not too scary, right?" She shakes her head, but looks unconvinced. Perhaps the mechanical whirling noise from the machine is making her uneasy. She holds her breath, winces, and closes her eyes when you place the funnel over her left breast. The funnel is supposed to fit around a portion of the user's breast, but on Jessie it looks like a pastie. It takes a moment before she exhales, opens her eyes, and looks down, but when she does her whole demeanor changes from fear to curiosity. You both watch her nipple slowly expand as it's gently pulled toward the center of the see-through funnel. The suction is subtle, and the nipple is only tugged a few millimeters, but it's so large and puffy it rubs against the walls of the funnel as it's drawn inward then shrinks back to its normal size. The second time the pump sucks, you see little sprinkles of milk form at the tip of Jessie's nipple, each one no larger than a pin head. On each suckle of the machine, the sprinkles grow a little larger, but it takes a while before they form a white bead that drips down into the canister. You grin at Jessie and say, "See? Not so scary is it? That's your first drop." She doesn't react to your words. Maybe she didn't even hear you. You do get a reaction when you place the second pump on her other breast, although it's not much of one: She turns her head to watch it get pumped. There's something calming about watching her nipples expand and shrink in unison, but at this low setting the milk collects very slowly. You ask, "Would you like to hold them?" and she nods. After her hands replace yours, you say, "Could I turn it up a bit?" There's a glimmer in her eyes when she nods, but she doesn't look up to meet your gaze. The machine has 10 settings and when you turn it up to the 2nd, Jessie barely notices so you turn it up to the 3rd. At this setting, the nipples are sucked a little deeper into the funnel, and each time they're sucked a drop of milk dribbles down. When the suction subsides, her nipple retracts and sucks some of the milk back with it. After a few more pumps, this milk coats her nipples with a nice, wet sheen. You wonder if the friction of her nipple against the lining of the funnel feels good. Not hearing any complaints, you decide to turn it up to its 4th setting. This setting isn't much different, but now the milk spurts out in a weak arch. You give it a few more seconds and turn it up to 5. As soon as you do, Jessie's breath shudders and for the first time since you started, she looks at you and acknowledges your presence. Her face looks a little flush as she clears her throat and asks, "Can you hold them again?" [[Continue.->HucowSex8]]\ <<chardetail "Jessie" "You used breast pumps on her.">>

"Sure," you say, as you grab the pumps. She nods to thank you and has a serene grin on her face as she slowly closes her eyes. The streams of milk shoot a little straighter than they did at the 4th setting. "How does it-" "-Good," she interrupts without opening her eyes. It's like she was waiting for you to ask. She sighs and scoots her butt away from the couch, then says, "This is nice." "Wouldn't it be nice if you didn't have to hold onto them," you ask. When she nods, you say, "You're not going to need your old shirt since it's too tight. What if we cut little holes in it and turn it into a nursing bra?" Without making eye contact, she slowly blinks then says, "Sure." You have her hold onto the pumps and run to the your room to collect some scissors, a bowl, and her old shirt, then sit down next to her at the couch. Her elbows are pulled back and resting on the couch cushions as she holds the pumps in place and her back is now tilted at a 45 degree angle with another cushion underneath her for support. It reminds you of someone sunbathing topless, and she certainly seems equally relaxed. While you're cutting small holes into her shirt, she whispers, "I love this," to you. She has a silly little grin on her face as she says it, and her eyes are tiny little slits like she's about to fall asleep. "You do, huh?" "Yeah..." You nonchalantly turn the machine up to 6 and it makes Jessie tilt her head back, inhale deeply, then slowly moan as she exhales. After that, she does her best to contain her noises, but you can tell from her breathing pattern that she's enjoying it. By the time you're done tailoring the shirt, the canisters are 1/3rd full of milk. Now's a time to assemble a nursing bra so you turn the machine off, but Jessie looks at you with her eyes wide and her eyebrows pushed up at the center. She shakes her head and says, "No, why?" [[Continue.->HucowSex9]]

"Don't worry," you say as you boop her nose with your fingertip. "We're not done yet, this is just a break while I assemble your nursing bra." When you remove the pumps, you note how the suction from the funnel has left a little ring around her areola. Also, her nipple looks larger and it's a darker shade of red than when she arrived. They look sensitive to the touch, but then Jessie did say they were tingling, so maybe she's not able to feel it. She tilts her head and rapidly blinks as she watches you unscrew the funnel from the rest of the pump, poke it through a hole in her shirt, and reattach it on the other side. The hole was a little smaller than it should have been so you had to tear a bit of the material to pass the funnel through it. The tubes of the pump are long enough so that you can have her stand as you help her put the shirt back on. You gradually bring the machine up to 6 then check your handiwork. There's something sexy about how the shirt is barely obscene. The only lewd part is that when the pump sucks, the tips of Jessie's nipples peek into view on the other side of the funnels. It's like a reverse pastie: Every part of the breast is hidden except her nipples. <<img "breast_pumps.png">> Jessie looks a little wobbly, so she puts her hands on your shoulders for support like you're at a school dance. She quickly looks to the side when you catch her staring into your eyes. When you wrap an arm around the small of her back and pull her close, she gasps then smiles. Her chest and the pumps protruding from them prevent you from pulling her as close as you'd like, but you can still feel her hot breath on your lips. She licks her lips as she stares at yours and you tilt your head in as if you might kiss her, but stop about an inch from her face and hold your position. She exhales a sharp sigh, closes her eyes, and tilts her head back with her mouth slightly parted. When you move your head a little closer but don't meet her lips, she opens her eyes, whimpers, and closes the distance herself to give you a soft, long kiss. One of your hands travels up her shoulders and combs through her hair as you make out. You're not sure how long the kiss lasts, but it makes a noise when the suction breaks. She stares deeply into your eyes as she pulls her head back and for some reason you become hyper aware of the noises of the breast pump. You stare back at her, but her nipples catch your eye as they poke through the funnel in your periphery. You look down, bend your knees, and give the bottom of her skirt a little tug without pulling it down to see her reaction. She shakes her head but she has a giant grin on her face which you interpret to mean she's playing coy. When you give it another tug, she scoffs and her jaw drops at your boldness, but when you slowly reveal some of her skin, she bites her lip and wiggles her hips to slink out of her clothes. They're much too tight for her to wiggle out of, so you pinch both sides of the skirt and tug it down to her ankles. Her panties are a light shade of purple and there's a vertical indent where her two labia meet. When you slide your index finger up the indent, you note they're damp at the bottom. You say, "I know you don't like when I stare, but I have to take a peek," then you hook your finger through the bottom of the crotch and pull it to the side. There's a clear bead of juice glistening between her lips. When you pull her panties completely to the side, you see her labia are a dark shade of pink and almost hot to the touch. You look up and grin at her, and she rolls her eyes and blushes. You peel the panties down and have her remove them, then you guide Jessie by her hips to the side of the couch so she can use it for support. Her clit looks a little swollen, but not that much. Maybe she just doesn't grow that much when she's turned on. "Let's use another pump," you say. She just smiles, closes her eyes, and tilts her head back in response. From the box, you bring back a vacuum pump that should fit nicely over her clitoris. The clear suction cup is long and thin and it has a black tube and a bulb connected to it that you can detach after you've pumped it to your desired pressure. The rim of the suction cup is about a centimeter in diameter and it looks like a snug fit. When you slip it over her clitoris, Jessie moans softly and puts a hand on your head, but she doesn't look down to check what you're doing. You give the bulb a little squeeze and it hisses. Jessie moans loudly as her little nub is partially sucked out of its hood from the pressurization. She gasps as she looks down, but then she sighs and almost inaudibly whispers, "What is that?" Instead of answering, you give the bulb another squeeze, and the clitoris becomes completely exposed. From the side you can see how the clit sits on top of a little stem. Normally that part is hidden behind the hood. Jessie's knees begin to shake and you say, "Does it hurt?" She shakes her head and says, "I- I just need to sit down." [[Continue.->HucowSex10]]\ <<chardetail "Jessie" "You put a vacuum pump on her clitoris.">>

"I'll put you on all fours," you say. "That sound good?" Even though she nods, you get the sense that all that matters to her right now is that she's not standing. It's challenging to get her on all fours because she almost collapses as you help, but eventually you get her to rest on her forearms and knees. "How are we feeling," you ask. She doesn't reply, but her limbs are still shaking like a new born calf. It doesn't seem like she's got all her wits about her right now, but she also seems to be enjoying the sensations, so you sit directly behind her and enjoy the view. Her labia are now bright red and smeared with wetness, and the clitoris pump is applying a consistent form of suction. The clitoris intermittently throbs like it's trying to pull itself back into its hood, but the pressure keeps it exposed. It must feel nice to do this because every time it happens, Jessie's vagina contracts and she moans. You tap on the suction cup with your index fingernail like you're trying to get the attention of a fish in its bowl and Jessie reacts by jutting her hips away from your finger. She gasps and says, "No, don't." It must be very sensitive. She slowly brings her body back to where it was, but her legs are still shaking. From that point forward, you sit there and watch. Her contraction rate seems to be increasing. Suddenly, Jessie starts shivering even more than before and she groans over and over again. You watch with curiosity as her vagina and taint twitch in unison about once a second. Each time her vagina contracts, a clear, glistening drop of juice forms at the entrance, but when each contraction ends, it gets sucked back into her hole. In a trembling voice, she whispers, "I'm cumming." Her vagina looks like it's desperate to grip onto something, and you consider sliding your finger in but decide against it because there's something appealing about denying it what it wants. That said, it's not easy to restrain yourself. That little bead continues to make its appearance like an advertisement explaining how bad she wants it. In the middle of her orgasm you pinch her two lips and spread them so you can get a better view of the show. Her tiny hole constricts and her vulva shrinks with it. But then her vagina expands her vulva bulges out toward you. It looks like the whole thing is desperately gasping for air. These pulsations happen about once a second and seem to be getting slower. When they've nearly stopped, Jessie falls forward with her butt in the air. Her legs still look a little shaky. "Ugh... I came." "I saw that." you say. "Was it good?" She slurps then says, "No... terrible." Her voice sounds labored. "Unsatisfying..." Her vulva is still twitching, albeit very rarely, so you decide to dip your fingertip into her vagina while you've got the chance to feel a contraction. With your palm facing down, Jessie softly grunts as your finger slides in effortlessly. You wait a second and are rewarded with a squeeze. Soft folds at the top and bottom of her vagina clamp against your finger and rub it like they're giving it a massage. These folds seem to want to suck your finger in deeper. Jessie's completely silent as this happens and there's no indication of resistance coming from her. You slowly pump your finger back and forth. After some incoherent mumbling, she's quiet again but you're still pumping. You pet your finger over her spongy g-spot for maybe 20 seconds and then you hear her breathing rate increase. After she musters the strength to get back on her forearms, she wiggles her hips as you finger her to help you find the right spot. She swallows hard, then whispers the word, "Good." When you slide your finger out, she whines about it but then you say, "I'm going to undress, OK?" Since you can't see her face, you can't read her reaction, but eventually she simply grunts, "Uh huh," and rests her face on the floor while she waits for you. It seems like the breast pumps are keeping her in a continuous state of arousal. The canisters are about 1/2 full. [[Continue.->HucowSex11]]\ <<chardetail "Jessie" "She had an orgasm from breast and vacuum pumps.">>

<<crotch vagina>>After undressing, you dig around the box and pull out an inflatable strap-on and put it on. The panties are made of black latex and cut in the shape of a thong. There's something you hadn't noticed earlier: The strap-on has a vibrating egg attached to the inside of the crotch.<</crotch>>\ <<crotch both>>After undressing, you dig around in the box and find a thin wire you hadn't noticed before. It leads to a vibrating egg that's attached to the inside of the strap-on.<</crotch>>\ <<crotch vagina both>> It's meant to stimulate the clitoris, but you detach it and slowly slide it into your vagina until it's deep enough that it won't slip out. When turned on, it should feel pretty good. You<</crotch>>\ <<crotch penis>>After undressing, you<</crotch>>\ kneel behind her. The bead of vaginal juice that was seeping from her has now trickled down her left labia, so you \ <<breasts false>>spread it across her lips for lubrication and she lets out a heavy sigh.<</breasts>>\ <<breasts true>>bend forward and use your nipple to spread it across her lips for lubrication. She lets out a heavy sigh.<</breasts>> Time is a factor because her clit is throbbing just like before and you're not sure if she has the endurance for another orgasm after this. If you left her alone for 5 more minutes, she'd probably have another orgasm without you. \ <<crotch penis both>>Fortunately, you've had an erection since before you even undressed, so you're ready to go.<</crotch>> \ <<crotch vagina>>Fortunately, you were wet even before you undressed, so you're ready to go.<</crotch>> \ Jessie looks completely preoccupied by her breast and clit pumps. She hasn't even tried to look back at your naked body, but she's seductively waving her hips in the air like she's begging to be filled. Before you begin, you bring the controls of her breast pumps into reach. <<crotch penis>><<include "HucowSexPenis">><</crotch>>\ <<crotch vagina>><<include "HucowSexVagina">><</crotch>>\ <<crotch both>><<include "HucowSexBoth">><</crotch>>\ <<chardetail "Jessie" "You've had sex with her.">>

You tease her a bit by sliding the tip of your penis up and down the entrance to her slit, but to your surprise, Jessie leans back and tries to get you to insert more of it. <<breasts true>>She pauses, reaches back to touch your penis, then gasps. "Is that real?" "Yes... Is something wrong?" There's a long pause before she says, "No, I- It just caught me off guard. I- I like it." She proves it to you by sliding your head up and down her entrance. <</breasts>> Knowing that she's this eager, you decide it would be fun to tease her a bit. You push against her bottom so she can only get half of your penis head inside. Whenever she tries to meet her hips with yours, you lean back with her so she doesn't make any progress. After doing this dance twice, Jessie whimpers in frustration, so you slide the rest of your head in. Her moan almost sounds like a 'thank you'.

Suddenly, her vagina contracts and squeezes all around your penis head. It's probably your imagination, but it feels like all her smooth folds are sucking against your tip like they're beckoning it to go deeper. Even though you go as slowly as you can, she grunts when you slide another inch in. Once you're about 2 inches deep, you thrust without trying to go deeper because you want to loosen her up as much as possible before you continue. It takes a few seconds but she soon realizes you're not making progress and makes another one of those frustrated moans until you begin to go a little deeper with each push. Whenever she grunts uncomfortably, you just play at that depth for awhile before you try to insert more. Perhaps you misjudged how close Jessie was to orgasming earlier. You've become hyper aware of how incredibly warm and tight she is and it requires some concentration to avoid orgasming. This isn't helped by her intermittent contractions. Each one feels like a 100 tiny tongues licking your shaft at every angle. When it happens, sometimes you can't help yourself from grunting and thrusting harder than you intended. Other times, you have to completely stop pumping or you risk an immediate orgasm. You'd like her to orgasm first, so you turn the breast pumps up to 7. She moans, leans forward, then holds still while she tries to adjust to the new suction. You use this opportunity to slide in at a very slow speed, but eventually you get to a point where you can't go any deeper without making Jessie uncomfortable. A full two inches of your shaft remains dry, but given that you've almost already orgasmed, it should be enough to play with. "It's good," you hear Jessie whisper. "Can you hold it-" She interrupts herself with a moan. "How long can you hold it?" Before you answer, she reaches back and runs her middle finger across the underside of your shaft. She "ooh"'s when she realizes there's a few more inches left. You shake your head and say, "I'm not sure." The words took more effort to say than you expected and you realize sweat is beading on your brow. "It's those squeezes you're doing-" Another contraction catches you off guard and it's so intense you have to stop moving to avoid ejaculating. You wonder if she did that on purpose. At this depth there's this one fold that keeps rubbing against the underside of your penis right below your head. Although you've stopped thrusting, Jessie now seems eager to pick up your slack. She wiggles her hips up and down as she bounces on your shaft. Even though you feel your penis bumping against something hard, Jessie seems determined to fit the rest of it inside her. She backs up until there's resistance and holds her bottom there as she shakes her hips side to side, slowly grinding her way down to the base. Just when her bottom is about to press against your pelvis, she slumps then trembles. After a loud moan, she says, "Oh, god!" and starts bouncing on you furiously. <<breasts true>>You feel your breasts jiggle each time she lands. <</breasts>>Those 100 tiny tongues lick your shaft all over, but this time it's different. This time they don't stop. Her vagina seems like it's sucking you in\ <<crotch penis>> and you realize you've just been pushed over the edge. On that realization, you can't stop yourself from thrusting, and unlike before, you don't hold back and try as hard as you can to shove your whole length in. <</crotch>>\ <<crotch both>>. <</crotch>>\ Jessie squeals. It could be misconstrued as pain, but the contractions are stronger than ever. Plus, she's pushing into your thrusts on every stroke.\ <<crotch penis>> You feel your scrotum and taint tighten and a jet of semen spurts out of you. Jessie pumps even faster. It's impossible for you to keep your eyes open. Your buttocks clenches as you tilt your head back and ram one final time. Her orgasm lasts longer than yours, and you still feel her folds massaging your shaft after your last spurt. When you slide out a bit, that one magical fold tickles that spot under your head like a beckoning finger and it seems to coax one last spurt out of you that you didn't realize you had left. Her orgasm seems to be ending, too. You can tell because the tickling under your head gets slower and slower. You remove yourself completely, pant as you rest your face on her left butt cheek, then give it a little kiss. [[Continue.->HucowSexEnd]]<</crotch>>

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"Give me your hand," you say, then you place the controls to your vibrating egg into it. "What's this for?" she asks. "For fun," you tease. "The higher you turn it, the better I'll feel." Jessie knows she's holding the controls to something, but her own breasts block her view from seeing your crotch. "Don't go too high too fast though. Turn it up slowly." You moan when you feel a slight vibration in your vagina. She doesn't turn it up higher than that, but you can make the feeling more intense if you squeeze your Kegel muscles.

<<include "HucowSexEggSnippet">> Since you don't have any lube near by, you lick your hand and wipe it on the shaft of the strap-on. It looks pretty thin right now, so it should be pretty easy to insert into Jessie, but the bulb you hold in your hand will increase its girth when pumped. It takes a few tries before you can angle the tip correctly, but once you do, you're able to slowly slide it in to her. It makes a wet crackling sound as it enters, like the sound of tiny bubbles popping, and she moans like someone who's just slid into a Jacuzzi. You thrust slowly until you feel some resistance, then you pull out and repeat. Because it's so thin, she swallows the shaft with ease. Right when you're about to make it a little thicker, you feel a little tug and realize that Jessie has followed the wire from the controls all the way back and discovered it leads into your crotch. "What is that," she purrs as she swirls her middle finger around your vaginal entrance. She pinches the wire once to confirm that it's leading into your hole then her finger slips into your slit and follows the wire until she pokes the bottom of the egg. "I found it!" she says. Every few seconds, you feel her finger move and then the egg vibrates differently against your folds. It takes a while to figure out what's going on: She's pushing the egg deeper into you, waiting for it to slide back down, then pushing it back up again. When you take the time to think about the situation, a little shiver goes up your spine. One of your students is trying to arouse you by playing with a toy in your vagina. Jessie giggles at your reaction, slides her finger out, and suddenly the egg vibrations become much stronger. A little too strong for your taste, actually. You bite your lip and wince to endure it, but that doesn't help much. To distract yourself, you begin thrusting. At first, Jessie moans loudly in response, but as you continue to pump, she goes silent. She slowly drags her forearms across the carpet until she's resting her forehead on her fists. It kind of looks like she's praying. Thinking an orgasm is imminent, you squeeze the bulb on the strap-on to inflate the dildo. The first pump didn't give you the reaction you were looking for, so you continue to pump it until she lifts her head back and groans. The dildo's girth seems to be a little too wide for comfort, so you stop and give her time to adjust to it. [[Continue.->HucowSexVagina2]]

When you feel enough time has passed, you grab her hips and slowly pull them toward you. She squeals as soon as you start, and pushes her palm against your thigh so you stop. The dildo must be too wide. You press the release valve on the bulb to make the dildo shrink just a bit, but not too much. In your mind, there should be a little discomfort because it'll make her feel like she's earned her orgasm. When you pull her back again, she still groans uncomfortably and tries to stop you. You wonder what's going through her head right now. She's not telling you to stop, but the size seems too big for her to handle. "You OK?" you ask. There's no response. You reach down to her buttocks and spread her cheeks to see how she's taking it. Her labia are tightly wrapped around the black shaft of the strap-on. As you slowly move back, her lips protrude outward and like they're sucking on it. Maybe a massage would help, you think, so you rub your thumbs against her smooth labia in circular motions. Her body language doesn't indicate she's any more comfortable, but her breathing slows a bit. Since the massage didn't help, you try something else: You turn the breast pump setting to 7. Jessie arches her back, groans, and slowly lowers her forehead to her fists. After staying in that position for a few seconds, her hips begin to gyrate and she slowly slides up and down the shaft. You rub her bottom and say, "Oh, good job!" She just needed some encouragement. It takes over a minute, but gradually she picks up speed and bounces on it. Since she's doing all the work you can take the time to appreciate the view. Each time she hits the base of the strap-on she lands with a heavy thud and her bottom jiggles. <<breasts true>>It also shakes your breasts a bit. <</breasts>> You lightly pet her back as you compliment her enthusiasm. Minutes ago, it was too painful for her to move, but now she's sliding back and forth against the strap-on like it's easy. "You look so pretty when you do that," you say as you give the bulb another squeeze. She exhales forcefully and stops all movement. Its girth is probably back to where it was before you released a bit of pressure. "Why'd you stop?" you ask. She slowly manages to pick up speed again and you click your tongue and say, "Aw, I knew you could handle this." You give the bulb one more squeeze and she stops all movement, groans, then whimpers. You whisper, "Take your time on this one. That'll be as large as it gets." She holds still. All you hear are the breast pump machinery and her shuddering breath. "I know what you need," you say. You switch the breast pump setting to 8. Although this doesn't encourage her to move, she lets out a long, low moan. When you spread her cheeks with your thumb, you see her labia twitching around the shaft. "You're not allowed to cum yet," you say. "You can cum when your bottom is touching my hips." The dildo glistens with Jessie's juices. She pushes up on her elbows and very slowly inches her way back, grunting the whole way. Since you're still holding her cheeks open, you can see more and more of the strap-on disappear inside her. After a few seconds you decide she's not moving fast enough so you turn the machine up to 9. Jessie pauses as she quivers. Her buttocks tightens so forcefully and suddenly, you lose your grip. She whimpers, "I'm going to cum." You immediately and sternly say, "Not yet," and she whimpers again. She backs up on the shaft, a little faster than before, but when she says, "I'm going to cum!" you don't think it's fast enough for her to meet her goal. You grab her hips and start thrusting. Her squeals are perfect. As you plunge into her, she arches her back and goes silent, almost like you've knocked the wind out of her. You're so turned on you can't think about anything else right now. Your vagina contracts each time you lunch into her. As you grip onto it, you notice the nice tingly feeling that's spreading throughout your body. With each thrust, you also feel the latex pouch on the strap-on panties that's supposed to hold the egg in place. At this moment, you wish you left the egg there so that you could nudge against it. Jessie tucks her chin and releases a loud grunt, then shivers. You feel liquid squirt on your thigh and trickle down your leg. You pump as hard as you can while she slowly lifts her head as she repeats, "Oh my god," over and over again. She goes silent again and you smack her bottom. No reaction. You smack it again and she grunts, then squeals. More liquid squirts on your thigh and her shivers have returned. She inhales deeply like she's been holding her breath, and you feel her whole body move as she pants. Her orgasm is almost over, but you'd like it to end with the whole thing in her so you slowly pull her back to your hips. She doesn't fight it. Once you get her to the base, you spread her cheeks and watch her lips twitch, then say, "Good girl!" When her senses come back to you, she tries to slowly lean forward to slide off the dildo, but you hold her in place for a few seconds longer to be sure she's really registering that she took the whole thing. Her grunts get louder and more uncomfortable, so you release her. When she slides off, her orifice looks bright red and gaped. Before the gape closes, you see a bunch of squiggly folds on the roof of her vagina. She collapses with her face on the floor and her butt in the air. After a while she whines, "Oh no, did I pee?" Her words are partly muffled by her face being pressed against the carpet. "No," you say. "You squirted. But no time to be embarrassed because it's my turn." [[Continue.->HucowSexVagina3]]

You remove the strap-on but leave the egg in and lay flat on your back. "Come on," you say. "Lick up your mess." She clumsily spins around until she's looking straight into your crotch. You can't see her face, but you can tell from her breathing that she's exhausted. You masturbate by rubbing your clitoris hood with your 3 middle fingers in circular motions<<breasts true>> while you squeeze your breasts with your other hand<</breasts>>. When Jessie's tongue slides up your thigh, it hits you like a jolt. Her soft tongue tickles so much you almost slam your legs closed on her head. "That tickles," you say, and she changes her technique. "Better," you whisper. Jessie's squirt has left cold beads of juice trickling down your thighs. One by one, her warm tongue slides up your legs as she laps it up. She starts by your knees, but you feel yourself getting warmer as she works her way up to your crotch. It takes a while because she licks one side then moves to the other before progressing forward. You sigh as you feel the warm breath from her nostrils getting closer to your labia. Right when you think the next lick is going to be on your vulva, she stops and just breathes on you. At first you think she's just teasing you, but you sense a problem. "What's wrong?" She says, "None of my juice is this high." You tilt your head up to look at her and furrow your brow. She quickly meets your gaze when you catch her staring into your crotch. With a smirk you ask, "How do you know which juice is yours and which is mine?" She's about to explain something, probably how she couldn't have squirted that high on your body, but you say, "Better to be thorough, hm?" and lay your head back on the floor. As you wait for her next action, you rub yourself in anticipation, then moan when you feel her soft tongue lick up your labia majora. Once you moan, Jessie quickly licks the other side, then back to the original. Although soft, her tongue has a lot of friction to it, like a cat's or something. Maybe that's another side effect of the pill. She licks you a few more times and you feel her tongue getting closer to the center. It brushes against your inner lips and you feel the tension in your legs relax as they collapse. Then frustratingly, she stops again. While panting heavily, you ask, "What's wrong?" She sounds apprehensive. "Do I lick the middle?" You huff then say, "Yes, get all the juice off." There isn't much hesitation this time. You feel the tip of her tongue dip into your vagina and wiggle around as it explores. She laps up some of your juice then sticks her tongue back in a little deeper this time to the point where you feel it move the vibrating egg inside you. The tip of her tongue traces the bottom of the egg, trying to slip to it's side but it only pushes it deeper. In an unexpected move, she pulls her tongue out and slides it up your slit. She licks up your clit and between your fingers and feels like an electric shock. Your legs twitch and when you look at her she's looking back at you. Her eyes look droopy and tired, but she also might be grinning. You're reminded that her breast pumps are still milking her as she does this. She licks your clit again, much softer this time. On the third lick, you lay your head back down and remove your hand from your crotch. You whisper, "That's good." She's using some suction with her mouth while she teases you with the egg by repeatedly pulling its wire until it almost peeks out. When you feel the strong vibrations at your vaginal entrance, she pushes it back in. In a lower voice, you say, "That's good," again. You're getting close. While maintaining suction, her head circles as she licks all around your clit. You have an unexpected shiver, and realize you're going to cum sooner than you thought. You grab the back of her head and hold it in place so she doesn't stop then you inhale deeply then say, "Oh god," as you exhale. An embarrassing whimper escapes your lips and you can't help yourself from gyrating your crotch into her mouth. Your whole body feels tingly, like electricity is coursing through it. Fortunately, she keeps licking but she seems to have stopped playing with the egg. You know it's still inside you because with each contraction, you feel your vagina squeeze against it. It's hitting this perfect spot that you hope you can find again the next time you masturbate. You feel Jessie try to pull away, but you're not done yet. You hold her in place as the last few waves of pleasure wash over you. When you let go, she lifts her head off your crotch and inhales deeply, then she starts coughing. You feel so weak, the only thing you can do is lie there while your palms face up. She recovers before you and asks, "Was it good?" You slowly blink then moan, "Mm-hmm." It takes all your strength to sit up. [[Continue.->HucowSexEnd]]

<<include "HucowSexEggSnippet">><<breasts false>> She says, "I hear the buzzing. Is this thing in your butt?" You smile and say, "Sure, let's go with that."<</breasts>> <<include "HucowSexInsertionSnippet">> She reaches back and follows the wire with her fingers until she touches your entrance and gasps. "What is that?" "That's... me." There's an uncomfortable silence. You worry she might want to stop, but then she says, "Wait, so you have both?" "Yes..." "Can I see it?" You say, "How about I show you when we're done?" She thinks about that then says, "Promise? Pinky promise?" When she reaches back to you with a curled pinky, you shake it with yours and she giggles, but when you slide your penis in a bit more, she interrupts her own laughter with a moan. [[Continue.->HucowSexBoth2]]

<<include "HucowSexPenisWithoutInsertionSnippet">> Once her orgasm ends, Jessie's body only sags for a moment before she whirls around to face you. Her eyes look droopy and her cheeks are flush, but she bends over to look at your crotch and asks, "Can I see it?!" You know your testicles hide most of your vagina, but you're probably pretty wet right now so some of the juice may be visible. Your eyes dart across the room and you say, "Are you sure you want to?" Jessie slaps her thighs as she scoots in closer and says, "Yeah! Totally." "And, let's keep this our little secret, OK?" [[Continue.->HucowSexBoth3]]

When she nods rapidly, you stand up and reveal your vagina by cupping your testicles in one hand and lifting your scrotum. Her eyes light up and she bites her lower lip. "Wow... That's amazing." Jessie notices you're going soft so she reaches for your penis but then stops herself. "May I?" You nod and she scoots in till she's directly under you. She reaches up and strokes while she stares up at your vagina. "Wow..." She leans to look up at you and says, "You're really wet you know." She straightens her back to suck on the tip of your penis and stares into your eyes while she strokes your shaft. A smile grows on her face and then she stops sucking to ask, "Will your vagina orgasm if I only stroke your thingy?" "It will." "Wow... Does it feel twice as good if I make them both cum at the same time, though?" You smile down at her and say, "Why don't we find out?" "Really?" When you lay down flat on your back, her eyes twinkle as she watches you with an open mouth smile. You spread your legs and when she scoots in and kneels between them, you put yourself on display by bending your elbows and interlocking your fingers under your head. She hesitates a bit, glancing down at your crotch then back at you, checking to see if you're really giving permission. When she sees that you are, she cups her hands together and gently lifts your testicles with her fingertips. She says, "Wow," again. "Behind your balls... it's really, really wet." You feel a finger slide up the back of your scrotum and then you hear her taste it. "Mm." "You don't have to be so gentle, you know." "Oh, OK." She uses her palm to pin your scrotum up against your shaft and when you lift your head, you see her eyes bouncing around as she inspects your vulva. She doesn't notice you watching her until she licks her lips, and when she realizes you saw that, she blushes. You smile back to make her comfortable, and she slowly bends toward your vulva and slides her tongue up your slit, stopping just before she reaches your clit. It's such a soothing feeling you lay your head back down and sigh. "Ooh," she says. "What?" "Your dick grew from that," she says as she slides her finger from the tip to the base. Her tongue enters you again, but this time she flutters it at the entrance and laps up some of your juices. The way her tongue jiggles the egg inside you makes your muscles clench down on it. Evidently, she enjoys the taste, because she gives your slit a kiss and keeps your vagina within tongue's reach. From that position she penetrates you by darting it in and out. She releases your testicles so they gently rest on her cheek and uses her free hand to stroke your shaft up and down with a twisting motion. [[Continue.->HucowSexBoth4]]

After pausing for a moment, she moans then licks all the way up your genitals from your vagina to the tip of your penis. She makes sure to dip her tongue in your hole along the way, but avoids your sensitive clit. It tickles somewhat as it glides across the undercarriage of your scrotum and once she reaches the top of your penis, she suckles the cleft of your bell shaped head. You gasp then moan when you feel her finger exploring your vagina at the same time. It feels like she's playing at the entrance, but it's hard to tell. You feel your vagina stretch as another finger enters, but it also feels pretty shallow. The two fingers wiggle and stretch your cavity, but eventually you get used to them tickling your folds. Jessie's doing so many things at the same time it's hard to keep track. You're not sure when she started giving you a blowjob, but half your shaft is already in her throat. Her technique is to go down on it quickly, but when she pulls her head back she loops her tongue around it's girth and pushes it up and down the underside. It's like she's using her tongue to push her head up your shaft. The multiple sensations are already making you dizzy but she adds another one to the mix: She tucks her free hand's thumb under your scrotum and starts circling it around your clit hood. This stimulates your clitoris while simultaneously tickling the sensitive underside of your scrotum with her thumb. You can't help but thrust into her throat. Instead of gagging or pausing, Jessie moans, "Mm-hmm," through her throat to assure you she can take it. Hearing that encouragement immediately pushes you over the edge. As soon as you start spurting, Jessie deep throats you, and as a result your semen completely bypasses her mouth and shoots directly into her esophagus. You feel her fingers wiggling at your vagina's entrance and you do your best to gyrate your hips toward them. You wish she would go deeper, but every time you lift your hips, you push against her thumb on your clitoris. Each time you push into her throat she moans a cheerfully encouraging, "Mmm-hmm!" As your orgasm ends, she keeps her mouth around your shaft way longer than necessary. Your mental capacities are coming back to you, and the first thing you think is, //You misjudged Jessie's sexual prowess//. The whole time you've known her you assumed she was inexperienced. You pant as you ask her the second thing that comes mind. "Why didn't you go deeper... with your fingers?" She sticks out her tongue as she raises her mouth up and off your shaft. After sitting up straight, she tilts her head and it looks like she may topple her over. "You mean you wanted more fingers?" After a slow blink, you say, "No... deeper..." "I was as deep as I could go," she pants. "Down to the last knuckle." Closing your eyes, you chuckle and say, "Oh. I couldn't tell." When you lift your head to look at her, you realize how exhausted she is. Her eyes are closed like she's about to fall asleep. [[Continue.->HucowSexEnd]]

Jessie shivers and says, "Can you turn it off?" "What?" "Turn it off, please. The- the pumps." When you switch it off, Jessie falls flat on her back. She winces when she realizes there's still a clitoris pump attached to her and it takes two tries for her to break the suction. Her clitoris looks engorged. It's almost twice its normal size and even the hood looks puffy and bright pink. She sighs then says, "That was good." \ <<crotch penis>> After you lay on your back next to her, you have a sudden, scary realization. "Was I not supposed to cum?" you ask. "Don't worry," she says as she boops your nose with her fingertip. "I have an IUD." She giggles and says, "I was just trying to let you go first, but I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold on." You smile and say, "I was trying to let you go first, too." <</crotch>>\ You smile at each other then you both silently recover. Your panting synchronizes and eventually slows. She turns to her side, rests her palm on her ear for support, and grins at you. "Can I make you coffee," she asks. "How about some decaf?" She cheerfully hops up, disconnects the tubes from her pumps, and puts on her panties while you lay on the floor. You hear clanging in the kitchen and after some time she comes back and you sit up to take a sip of coffee. The pumps are removed from her shirt but it's hard not to smile because her nipple is poking out of one of the holes. She frowns and looks at your cup, then asks, "Is it good?" "Mm-hmm." "You're not just saying that?" she asks. It's at that moment you realize the coffee has cream in it. You smile and shake your head. "I put the rest in the fridge if you want more milk tomorrow." "I want more tonight," you joke. She rolls her eyes as she shakes her head, then she sits down next to you. "Do I have to take more pills?" "What do you want to do?" you ask. She sighs and says, "Well, overall, I don't really like them. Makes me sore and fat and everything. But, I have to admit it's not all bad. I mean, I've never finished from just my boobies before." You're not sure how Jessie will change if you give her another pill. Will her hips get wider? Will she lactate more? Or, will she change in some other unexpected way? [[Give Jessie another pill.|HucowSexEnd2][$hucow_continue_pills_after_sex to true]] [[Stop giving Jessie the pills.|HucowSexEnd2][$hucow_continue_pills_after_sex to false]]

<<if $hucow_continue_pills_after_sex>>\ When you say, "I think we should have you take them at least once more," she frowns and looks down, but when you say, "I can give it to you tonight in bed if you'd like," she perks up a bit.\ <<else>>\ <<set $finished_hucow_transformation to true>>\ When you say, "I think you've learned your lesson. You don't have to take them anymore," she perks up and thanks you profusely. You itch your eye with as you say, "Are you as tired as I am? My bed is pretty comfy, if you haven't felt it."\ <</if>> "Are you inviting me to spend the night?" You smile, ignore the question, then ask, "How do your boobs feel?" Without breaking eye contact, she gives one a squeeze. "Good. But- Wait, so I can spend the night?" "Only if you want to." She smiles as she bites the tip of her tongue, then says, "Can- can I get my pajamas from my room first? And take a shower?" You nod and say, "Bring your pajamas here. You can use my shower." [[Office]]

<<set $finished_ms_waterloo_lucy_orgasm to true>>\ When you walk to the pool you notice how Ms. Waterloo seems to have settled into her new role quite comfortably. You walk in near the end of her class and catch her giving a lesson to Lucy. Evidently, Lucy isn't a strong swimmer, so Ms. Waterloo is teaching her how to float on her back. While she teaches, she stands by one of Lucy's hips and says, "Very good Lucy. See, easy right?" "Yes, ma'am." "Just relax, and you'll float. That's right, you're doing it!" After she looks down and grins, Ms. Waterloo says, "Exciting, isn't it." Lucy has a full erection under her suit and her testicles have slipped out of both sides of the crotch. Actually, the way the front of the crotch has been scrunched into a thong makes you think it was Ms. Waterloo who made the testicles slip out. Whispering, she says, "It looks like it wants another kiss. But can you stay relaxed?" [[Watch the lesson.->MsWaterlooLucyOrgasm2]] [[Go back to your office.->Office]]\ <<chardetail "Lucy" "She received a personal swim lesson from Ms. Waterloo.">> <<chardetail "Ms. Waterloo" "She gave Lucy a personal swim lesson.">>

"Yes, ma'am." "Good. This time I'll encourage you by not stopping as long as you float." Ms. Waterloo's body tilts forward then she plants a long-lasting kiss at the sensitive part of Lucy's penis, just below the cleft of the head. For a moment, Lucy seems to panic and lose her balance, but she quickly composes herself and calms down. Without stopping, Ms. Waterloo brushes Lucy's hair back from her forehead as if to say, 'good job'. It's too loud in the pool to actually hear the kissing sounds, but you can see her lips pucker repeatedly over the sensitive area. When her lips stop moving and stay puckered on one spot, you hear Lucy moan and she places a hand on Ms. Waterloo's shoulder. As she slowly arches her back, you observe Lucy's bell-shaped glans increase in size through her transparent suit. That's when Ms. Waterloo stops and says, "Don't use me for support. You can float on your own now, remember?" Once Lucy lays her arm flat on the water, Ms. Waterloo smiles then goes back to kissing the shaft, but this time she slowly runs her lips up and down the underside. Lucy tilts her head back, closes her eyes, and sighs out of her mouth repeatedly. After a while, Ms. Waterloo starts fondling Lucy's balls while she kisses. At first she just traces a finger down the same testicle at different paths. But when Lucy's scrotum tightens, Ms. Waterloo slides her hand under the crotch and rests her palm on both testicles at once. The back of her hand slowly pulsates as she gently massages the testicles with her palm. She lifts up her head and says to Lucy, "They feel tight. That means you're close right?" "I think so, ma'am." "Think you can stay afloat while you cum? Or do you want to stop the lesson." Lucy bites her bottom lip. Without opening her eyes, she says, "Whatever you want, I guess." "Oh no," Ms. Waterloo says. "This is your lesson. What do you want to get out of it." There's a pause before Lucy says, "I'd like to... to float." Ms. Waterloo smiles at her and says, "Just in case you sink, you remember how to hold your breath underwater right? And I'll be right here, remember that." "Yes, ma'am." [[Continue.->MsWaterlooLucyOrgasm3]]

Through that exchange, Ms. Waterloo never stopped fondling Lucy's testicles. Before she starts kissing the penis, she swipes her tongue across the swimsuit from the base of the shaft to the tip, then she wraps her lips around the underside of Lucy's head and starts to suck on it. You're not sure when she started doing it, but Ms. Waterloo's pinky finger is now running up and down the back side of Lucy's scrotum and taint. Unlike the other trans girls, Lucy seems to really enjoy this caressing. She even opens her legs and tilts her body back to give Ms. Waterloo more exposure to it. Before long, the shaft kisses, ball cupping, and taint tickling push Lucy over the edge. As she begins her orgasm, her back arches and almost causes her head to dip under the water. Her thrusts her hips once, but she immediately realizes she'll sink if she continues to pump so she stops. To stay afloat, she's reduced to orgasming without moving her body. She just trembles while she shudders through her mouth, and her breathing hints that it's not completely satisfying. Because Ms. Waterloo never pulled the suit back, it looks like she's ejaculating into a pair of nylons: Some of her milky sperm has enough force to seep through to the other side of the material, but most of it can't make its way through the transparent mesh and collects into a pool on her soft stomach under her penis head. Ms. Waterloo does her best to provide some form of pleasure during the orgasm by running her lips up and down the shaft the whole time. As the orgasm comes to an end, she slows her head movements and gives every inch of the shaft one last kiss. Lucy's penis tries to bob upward, but her suit and her teacher's lips push it flat against her stomach. When the orgasm ends, Lucy's head sinks into the water and she kicks violently until she's able to orient herself upright. After she spits out some water, Ms. Waterloo says, "That was really good, especially for your first lesson! But, I'd like to see you stay floating after you finish though, OK? If you can do that, you are really good at floating on your back. Besides, we don't want to wash away all that yummy sperm, right?" Lucy breaks eye contact, blushes, and combs her hand through her hair. "No, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am." "Good! OK, fix your suit and we'll talk later. Principal $name has been waiting very patiently to speak to me." You didn't even realize that Ms. Waterloo knew you were there. In fact, you tried to keep your distance so you wouldn't distract her. You're amazed at how quickly she's acclimated to this new environment. "I'm sorry to interrupt," you say. "Did I cut your lesson short?" "Naw, there'll always be more lessons. What did you need?" "Well, nothing really. I just wanted to check in on how things are going." Ms. Waterloo beams as she says, "Great! I love it here." She looks over her shoulder and says, "I think I've only given personal lessons to about half the school. But I'd like to give everyone here a lesson at least once." "That's great. Although it already seems like you're doing this, I encourage you to come up with new and creative ideas to do with the students as often as you can." She nods and holds up an OK symbol. "I got ya covered, boss!" You leave having full confidence in Ms. Waterloo's abilities. [[Office]]\ <<chardetail "Lucy" "She orgasmed while floating on her back in Ms. Waterloo's class.">> <<chardetail "Ms. Waterloo" "She gave Lucy an orgasm while Lucy was floating on her back.">>

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<<set $finished_olivia_checkup to true>>\ <<set $pause_hucow_scenes to false>>\ <<if $hucow>>\ <<set $visit_hucow_scene_in_x_office_visits to 1>>\ <</if>>\ Before you leave your office that night, you decide to check the security cameras and you find something interesting. Olivia's alone in her room, completely nude. There's a full length mirror behind her and she's bent over and looking over her shoulder to get a good look at her own anus. <<img "olivia_gape.png">> When she pulls her cheeks taut, her expression sours. It's definitely different from the small wrinkled sphincter it was before she was fisted. Now her hole looks smoother. There are some remnants of the wrinkles, but when she loosens her grip on her cheeks, the wrinkles don't form fine little lines anymore. Rather, they fold into deep grooves and puffy bumps. If her anus were mapped to a clock, the puffiest bump would be at 2 o'clock: One of her folds has swollen up to a tender bubble and it kind of reminds you of a fat lip. It protrudes so far it covers and blocks entry into her hole. When she relaxes as much as she can, her sphincter blossoms to the size of a golf ball. The hole is almost perfectly circular except for that puffy notch at 2 o'clock. Shadow prevents you from looking too deep into her, but if the lighting were better, you'd be able to look into her rectum. From what you can see (before darkness blocks your view), her insides look bright pink. While holding her cheeks open, she slowly winks it and it shrinks to the size of a dime, but it doesn't close completely. She relaxes back to a golf ball sized hole and, to get a better look, you zoom in so close on the mirror that the anus fills your entire monitor. From this resolution, you can see that it's not the perfect circle you thought it was. The edge of her sphincter is lined with little ridges and bumps that form what's left of her wrinkles when she winks. She winks it slowly over and over again and it looks like a fish's mouth gasping for air. There's something interesting about watching the folds form and flatten repeatedly. You wonder if that little bump would feel good if it were gently licked or sucked on. Moving her left hand closer to the hole, she extends her index finger and slips it in without touching the sides. She whines, perhaps because she's so surprised that it's so loose. No lube was necessary and she could probably fit one or two more fingers in there before she'd brush against the side of her anus. Curling her finger, she hooks it to the side and repeatedly but gently tugs at 9 o'clock. When she tugs, it creates a little notch in her circular ring. From your point of view, everything still looks elastic and springy, but Olivia still seems disheartened by what she sees. She removes her finger, loosens her grip on her cheeks, and whimpers. Before standing, you see her sphincter collapse into a wrinkled, vertical slit. She faces the mirror and frowns at herself, but then she looks away like she doesn't want to meet her own gaze.\ <<if $olivia_likes_mia>> [[Continue.->OliviaCheckup2]]\ <<else>>\ She sighs once more, slips into bed, and eventually falls asleep. [[Office]]\ <</if>>\ <<chardetail "Olivia" "She checked herself out in the mirror and discovered her anus was ruined from a biochem class fisting.">>

She's startled by a knocking on her door. Under her breath, she mutters, "Shit!" and scrambles to find some clothes. "One second!" The door creaks open a crack. Olivia can't see who's on the other side, but she yells, "I said one second, assh-" She goes pale when she sees who it is, then whispers, "Oh, it's you." With her head lowered, Mia steps into the room. She looks up at Olivia, frowns, but doesn't say anything. Olivia grimaces as she covers her chest with her arm. Besides her panties, she's naked. Neither of them speaks, and the physical distance between them is very noticeable. Finally, Mia says, "Olivia... I'm //so// sorry." Olivia winces, then looks away as she covers her nose with her forefinger. "It's fine," she says. "It's not your fault." Shaking her head, Mia says, "You must hate me..." She pauses and then blinks rapidly. "Are you sure you're OK?" Olivia fakes a smile and says, "Yeah, I'm fine. No big deal." She picks a bra up from the floor but looks at it like she doesn't have the willpower to put it on. "Do you want to talk about it?" Mia asks. Olivia hangs her head in response. Her chin quivers then she shakes her head without saying anything. It's as if Mia's about to say something, but she stops herself from saying it. After a pause, she finally says, "Do you want me to go?" When Olivia says, "No," her voice cracks. She throws her bra to the floor and hunches after she sits down on the bed. Mia shuffles over to sit next to her and rubs her bare back for a while. Eventually, Olivia does cry, but Mia stays by her side and rubs her back until Olivia gets it out of her system. When she's finished, Olivia sniffles and nervously chuckles when she says, "I hope you like loose girls." She slowly frowns as she waits for Mia to reply. You think she may cry again. Mia shakes her head and Olivia's chin trembles again, but then Mia says, "You're so dumb. That's not why I like you." While blushing, Olivia combs her hair all the way back until her hand is on the nape over her neck. When her hand is no longer blocking your view of her face, you can see that she is almost smiling. She sits up straight, nudges her shoulder against Mia's, then says, "You think you can call me dumb?" Mia giggles then looks away. "Yeah." Olivia scoffs at Mia's audacity then quickly gets Mia in a headlock and gives her a noogie. Mia squeals and tries to wiggle free, but Olivia is much too strong for her. Suddenly, Olivia hisses as she scrunches her face and lets go. Still giggling, Mia tilts her head and asks, "What's wrong?" "Believe it or not, I'm a little sore down there." "Ooh, you are? I mean- That sucks." Mia fidgets with her fingers before saying, "Want me to- I mean, I could look at it if you want. Maybe make you feel better? Or let you know if you should see the nurse?" Olivia rolls her eyes and says, "I appreciate you wanting to be a whore, but, trust me, it's not pretty down there." Mia clicks her tongue as she glares at Olivia. Honestly, you're not sure if she's offended by being called a whore or being turned down. "Come on," Mia says. "Let me see it. Don't be a baby." "No." Mia's eyes dart around and she says, "I um, I only like girls who let me see their butt, you know." Olivia can't help but grin at Mia's transparent attempt at manipulation. "Nice try, but you already said you like me. Besides, it's super gross right now. Let's wait a few days. Maybe it'll look better then." Mia pouts and gives her puppy dog eyes. "But, I made you feel better. Don't I deserve some reward?" With a stern stare, Olivia tries to intimidate Mia into backing off, but Mia just tries to look even sadder. "Ugh, fine!" Olivia says. "But only for a second and you have to promise that... Never mind. Only for a second, OK?" "Wait," Mia says. "Promise what?" "I was going to say-" Olivia sighs before continuing. "It's gonna heal you know?" Mia looks back at her blankly then nods. "Just... Promise that you won't think I'm gross or anything." Mia smiles warmly at Olivia for a moment then holds out her hand to promise with a pinky swear. [[Continue.->OliviaCheckup3]] [[Instead of watching, you decide to call it a night.->Office]]\ <<chardetail "Mia" "She visited Olivia in her room after biochem class.">>\ <<chardetail "Olivia" "She was visited by Mia in her room after biochem class.">>

Before they begin, Olivia faces her back to Mia while Mia stays sitting on the bed. "Are you sure you want to see this?" Olivia asks. Instead of answering, Mia just smiles. "What? What's so funny?" Mia shrugs and says, "You're only insecure in front of me." Olivia grunts as she rolls her eyes, then mutters, "Shut up." When Olivia slides her panties down, Mia's so eager for a peek that she parts Olivia's cheeks without asking permission. Immediately, Olivia jabs her hips forward and slaps Mia's hands away. Confused, Mia looks up and rubs her knuckles. "Let me do it," Olivia explains. "I said you could look, not touch." Olivia spreads her cheeks half way and stops, and when she looks back she sees Mia squinting at her bottom. "What? What is it?" Mia says, "I- I just can't see much, can you-" By placing her hands on top of Olivia's and pushing outward, she spreads the cheeks further. "-There we go." Olivia bites her lip in anticipation of Mia's review, hoping she's not ruined in Mia's eyes, whereas Mia simply seems to be concentrating on what she's looking at to take it all in. Her eyes dart around as she inspects every inch of the hole. Whispering, Mia asks, "Does the bubble hurt?" Olivia whimpers then says, "You can see that part, too?" To console Olivia, Mia rubs her lower back and says, "Yeah, but don't worry. It's- I like it." Olivia pulls up her panties and whirls to face Mia. "You're just saying that." "No. I'm not." There's complete seriousness in Mia's voice when she says it and Olivia seems to believe her. With a sympathetic wince, Mia asks, "Does it hurt?" "Yeah, but not as bad as it looks. It feels like a bruise." "And, um," Mia says, "it seems a little looser-" Mia stops short when she realizes how much the comment affects her friend. Olivia mutters, as if to herself, "I was kinda hoping it wouldn't be that noticeable." Before Mia continues, she swallows. "It's kinda interesting, though." "Interesting how? Like in a good way or a bad way?" Mia shrugs. "I think a good way? Can I, um, may I see it again?" After some hesitation, Olivia exhales a long sigh then presents her bottom to Mia again. Unlike last time, Olivia waits patiently for Mia to finish her inspection. After a hard swallow, Mia whispers, "Yeah. It's good." You see Olivia furrow her brow as she looks back at Mia. "Good? You're not just trying to make me feel better?" Mia nibbles on her fingernail as she shakes her head then repeats, "Yeah... It's good." "Phew," Olivia says with some relief. "I feel a little better." As Olivia's about to pull up her panties, Mia holds them in place by wrapping her fingers around the back. "Can I keep looking?" she asks with firm eye contact. "I won't touch. I..." She bites her lip, then with some excitement says, "I just want to look." [[Continue.->OliviaCheckup4]]

After some heated negotiation, Olivia tucks her neck into her chest as she gets on all fours and spreads her cheeks. Although Olivia's panties are around her knees and she can probably see Mia through the gap in her legs, Mia doesn't take her eyes off the hole as she scoots herself off the bed to kneel behind Olivia. She puts her face dangerously close to it and her eyes dart around. It's as if she's giving it a thorough audit. For a while it's silent. The only noise is from Mia nibbling on her fingertip as she ogles Olivia's hole and you're surprised at how patient Olivia is. Normally, she'd be complaining and rushing for things to move along, but she gives Mia all the time she needs. As time passes, Olivia becomes more relaxed. Her breathing slows so much it sounds like she's fallen asleep. Mia, on the other hand, seems to grow more tense as time progresses. She grips her wrist as if she's trying to hold it back, and asks, "What if I just blow on it? Does that count as touching?" "Yes," Olivia says in a scolding voice. "It hurts and I don't want you touching it in any way." "Hrmph," Mia says as she bounces in frustration. Before long, she's practically begging and, like a dog, gets on all fours and moves her face even closer. Once Olivia feels Mia's hot breath inside her, she shoots her hips forward and scolds Mia. Mia defends herself, saying, "I'm not going to touch it! I promise!" Apparently, Olivia trusts her and leans back to put her butt where it was. Inching forward, Mia's face gets so close her nose hides between the cheeks, but you can tell she's not touching anything because Olivia hasn't complained. Mia backs up an inch, runs her tongue across her upper lip, then purses her mouth. "I like it," she whispers. It's unclear if Olivia heard the words. Mia slides her nose back between Olivia's crack, inhales deeply, and moans. As she breathes in a second time, her eyes slowly droop and she smiles like one would when smelling a fresh bouquet of flowers. One of Mia's hands migrates to her inner thighs and slowly caresses it up and down. She doesn't touch her crotch, but it feels like she's working her way up to that. But before it happens, Olivia clears her throat, spider-walks her fingers closer to her anus, and spreads herself as wide as she can. The sudden movement startles Mia, and she sits back into a kneeling position to avoid accidentally touching Olivia or to avoid blame if Olivia accidentally touches her. What Mia sees next catches her off guard. Olivia's gape has bloomed to the size of a tangerine. It takes a moment for Mia to recover from the shock, but when she does, she whimpers in a fit of lust. She makes eye contact with Olivia through her legs and begs. "Can I lick it?" "No." Mia squirms and frowns. "What if I just so gently trace my finger against the left side so I don't touch the bubble?" "No," Olivia says, even more sternly than before. Frustrated, Mia sighs and asks, "Well, what can I do, then?" "Nothing's changed," Olivia says. "You can watch." [[No touching allowed? Kind of boring. You decide to stop watching.->Office]] [[Continue.->OliviaCheckup5]]

As if to mock her, Olivia extends her middle finger toward her hole, slowly dragging it along a crease of her anus, and eventually curling her first knuckle around the lip of the ring. She uses that finger to strum the rim of her sphincter up and down, just like Mia asked if she could do earlier. As the finger glides up and down the left side, it pulls a subtle notch in Olivia's loose ring and, if not for the bubble, stretches it into an egg shape. On seeing this, Mia rolls her eyes and says, "Can I //please// touch it?" Olivia doesn't react at all. "Ugh! Can I at least touch myself?" "Mmm-hmm." Olivia says it so calmly, she almost sounds bored. Mia places her palm on the floor and slides her crotch up and down her arm like it's a pole. Then she bites her lip and lifts her chin to peer down into Olivia. When Olivia sees how excited Mia's getting, she unhooks her middle finger from her sphincter and extends it toward Mia. At first, you think she's flipping Mia off, but then Olivia wiggles the finger and says, "Kiss it." Whimpering, Mia crawls on all fours toward the finger. At first, she gives the fingertip two gentle kisses, but then she licks from the base to the top. When her tongue reaches the end, she puts the first knuckle into her mouth and suckles it. As soon as she's about to touch herself, Olivia says, "Stop that. Back away." With some irritation in her voice, she says, "I only said you could kiss it." Mia frowns as she kneels down. She's much closer to Olivia than the last time she was in that position and she looks like she's waiting to be served at a Japanese restaurant, but she's already waited hours to be seated. For a while, Olivia doesn't do anything except spread her gape. She lets Mia inspect it as long as she wants, and there doesn't seem to be any sign that Mia's bored of looking, but she's made it clear she wants to do more than look. Soon, Mia's patience wears thin and she starts to masturbate. As soon as Mia starts, Olivia says, "Stop. Smell." Mia shakes her head like she was in a daze, then gets on all fours again. She buries her face between Olivia's cheeks and inhales deeply. "Closer." After leaning in a bit more, she abruptly brings her head back then says, "You're winking it." "I know. Smell when I wink." Before Mia's head blocks your view, you see Olivia repeatedly expand and contract her anus. She's spread too wide to close it all the way, but each time she contracts, it makes a very soft whiffing sound, like it's expelling a bit of air. At first, Mia's eyelashes flutter each time Olivia blows onto her face, but eventually, she becomes accustomed to the gentle breeze and softly moans on each one. For the first time, when Mia attempts to masturbate, Olivia doesn't interfere. Her hand furiously rubs her mound, like she's in a rush to finish or maybe the scent turns her on that much. Though you can't see it, Olivia speeds up her winking rhythm. You can tell because the rate at which Mia moans gets faster and faster. Mia's head twitches as she sniffs all around the anus. Periodically, Olivia will encourage her to move closer, but after a while, Mia complains that she can't move closer without touching. With a shuddering breath, Mia says, "I wish I could stick my nose inside. But, I'd have to touch you to do it." When Mia's moans turn to high pitched cries, Olivia says, "Stop." Mia looks like she's seen a ghost, then her eyes dart around and then she pouts. "But, I was so close!" "Do you like it?" Olivia asks. "Yes! Obviously!" "Put your finger in." Mia hesitates. "You mean I can touch it?" "No," Olivia replies. "I didn't say that. Put your finger in without touching the sides." [[Continue.->OliviaCheckup6]]

To Mia's benefit, Olivia stops winking and holds herself open as wide as she can. As Mia's shaky hand extends towards Olivia's anus, you're reminded of the game 'Operation'. Her finger slides in and the tip of it disappears within the shadows of Olivia's hole. After a hard swallow, Mia says, "It's in." "Good," Olivia says. "I'm going to wink, //slowly//, so don't touch me." Mia nods. The control Olivia has over her anus, especially after it’s been wrecked like this, is impressive. Her anus slowly narrows until there's almost no space around Mia's 2nd knuckle. Mia's finger seems to wobble more as the anus shrinks, and for a moment you're concerned she's going to touch a side. It gets tight enough that Mia has to face her palm to the side so she can curve her finger around the bump. When there doesn't seem to be enough room left, Mia makes a meeping sound and the anus immediately spreads to its full size. Mia sighs with a smile on her face. That was close. Olivia makes Mia play the game two more times before Olivia claims she's bored with it, but there's a twinkle of wetness on her vagina, so she must be enjoying something. When Olivia demands that Mia finger her, Mia asks, "Do I get to masturbate, too?" "No," Olivia says. "Use your other hand for rubbing my clit." Although Olivia acts frustrated, you can tell by her face she's delighted by teasing and denying Mia. Mia groans and pouts, but she does as she's told. Her finger slips into Olivia with ease but, after a while, Olivia does whatever she can to draw Mia's attention away from her task. "Mmm," she moans. "Tell me what you want to do to me." Mia says, "I want to stick my tongue in, without touching the sides." Olivia chuckles then says, "Even in your fantasies you're not allowed to touch me. That's so dumb. What else?" "I want to kiss it all over," Mia says. Olivia moans and says, "That's better." "I want to kiss your wink while your wink kisses me back..." Olivia winks her hole so Mia can imagine what it would be like. Before Mia can even think about masturbating, Olivia reminds her to keep her hands right where they are. Mia continues, "I want to see how big it can get..." "Like this," Olivia asks as she uses both hands to hook two fingers into her anus and spreads her fingers outward into peace signs. It turns her anus into a rectangle shaped hole and distracts Mia so much she stops fingering. When Olivia says, "Keep going," Mia snaps out of it. They keep doing that for a while. Mia will present a fantasy and Olivia will only play out her side of it. The longer this goes on, the more sexually frustrated Mia gets. You realize she's been squeezing her thighs together while her hands are busy touching Olivia. If Olivia were to find out, Mia would be severely punished. The closer Olivia gets to orgasm, the more Mia gets into it and each presented fantasy seems to turn Olivia on a little more. When Mia says, "I want to see how your hole twitches when you orgasm," it seems to push Olivia over the edge. Mia stirs in anticipation for what's to come. She lifts her chin and looks down at the gape with a smile, but to her dismay, Olivia pushes her own cheeks shut with her hands as she orgasms. It doesn't stop Mia from trying to get a peek at a different angle but, unfortunately for Mia, the hole is completely covered. You find yourself smirking. It's not like hiding her anus made Olivia's orgasm better. She just did it to be cruel. After her orgasm, Olivia pants on the ground and Mia looks like she's about to start begging for sexual release. "Oh man," Olivia says. "That was good." Mia patiently waits while Olivia catches her breath. When she does, Mia says, "Um... Can you do me, now?" After an exhale, Olivia swallows and says, "No. You had your chance earlier." "What! No, I didn't!" "Yeah." Olivia inhales deeply to catch her breath then says. "I told you to kiss my finger but you licked and sucked on it. So, yeah. That's your punishment." Mia's jaw quivers and she looks around the room before saying, "Are you serious?!" "Yeah, but-" Olivia swallows again. "You were pretty good otherwise. Tell you what. If you promise to be gentle, I'll let you give the bubble a good night kiss before we go to bed. I want you to sleep with me tonight because I don't want you touching yourself until tomorrow." Mia squints at Olivia and curls her hands into fists, but when Olivia spreads her cheeks again, Mia whimpers then slouches. "Fine." "Say goodnight to bubble," Olivia says as she wiggles her hips side to side. When Mia leans toward it, Olivia moves her butt away and says, "No. I said, 'say goodnight'." After rolling her eyes, Mia grits her teeth and says, "Goodnight bubble." "Good. Now you may kiss him." She returns her bottom to where it was and spreads. When Mia gets her face close, Olivia reminds her she only gets one kiss. Before Mia's face disappears between Olivia's cheeks, you see her pucker her lips, then hear a soft pop come from them. Olivia moans a bit and says, "That actually did feel kind of nice. Maybe I should have let you kiss it earlier. Oh well, tomorrow's another day!" She stands up tall and stretches her arms above her head, then gets dressed for bed. You can't tell who likes Olivia's gape more: Mia or Olivia. It would be easy to encourage this behavior. All you'd have to do is tell the teachers to offer the two of them some large toys. But if they go overboard, Olivia could be stretched so bad, she might prolapse. [[Don't encourage the two.->OliviaCheckup7]] [[Encourage the staff to give the two of them larger toys.|OliviaCheckup7][$mia_likes_olivias_gape to true]]

<<if $mia_likes_olivias_gape>>\ <<run $cameraPassagePool.push("OliviaInflatableDildo")>>\ <</if>>\ You have more work to wrap up before you leave your office but you decide to check up on the two a few minutes later. You find them both laying on the floor. Olivia's lower, with her face by Mia's hips, and Mia's pants are at her knees. As they lay there, Olivia pets Mia's labia with a single fingertip, repeatedly caressing it with a downward stroke. Neither of them seem focused on what they're doing. The point seems to be to keep Mia in a constant state of arousal, but it's not enough stimulation to let Mia climax. They seem to be having a non-sexual conversation. "...I promise, I forgive you," Olivia says. Mia asks, "But, like, aren't you mad at someone? Amy? The principal?" Olivia sighs, gives Mia's labia a little kiss, then says, "Kinda but not really. I was thinking about it before you showed up, actually. What happened was extremely fucked up, and like all the punishments around here, they're unjustifiably harsh. But... I mean... even I have to admit, if I didn't threaten Amy, I wouldn't have gotten in trouble. I don't know why I even picked on her." She ponders that for a moment then says, "I guess I was just bored." Mia looks down at Olivia, combs her hair back with her hand, and smiles. "Yeah, but it's still messed up. I'm glad you forgive me." After Olivia nods in agreement, she gives Mia's clitoris a gentle kiss. The same kind of kiss Mia gave to her bubble. "Olivia?" "Yeah?" You think Mia's going to say something relevant to the conversation, but she whispers, "Can you kiss it again?" "Sure. One more time." She kisses it twice as long as the previous kiss and Mia's fingers fan out from the pleasure. "I know it's early, but I'm super tired." "It's OK," Mia says. "We can sleep." "Thanks. Night night, Mia." "Night night, Olivia." Mia says, "Night night bubble. See you tomorrow." You hear Olivia giggle. [[Office]]\ <<chardetail "Mia" "She inspected Olivia's gape, but was forbidden from touching it.">>\ <<chardetail "Olivia" "She let Mia inspect her gape, but forbade Mia from touching it.">>

<<set $finished_olivia_classroom_diaper_mess to true>>\ When you walk into the middle of Mrs. Eigen's class, you see Casey completely naked and bent over the teacher's desk with both of her feet on the floor. As she spreads her cheeks with both hands, a group of students huddle behind her, taking copious notes while measuring different aspects of her body. As you take a step forward, Casey makes eye contact with you, blushes, then turns her head to face the other way. A student is almost touching Casey's anus with her index finger and moving her lips without making a sound. A second later, she looks over her shoulder, then says, "39 wrinkles!" to the class and the students at their desks bow their heads as they scribble this information down on their worksheets. You smile as you walk over to Mrs. Eigen. "What's going on here?" Without taking her eyes off the group of measuring student, she says, "Oh, we're just gathering data." With a smirk on her face, she turns to you and shrugs. "I figure we could take a different student's measurements each day until we have the whole class, then figure out the mean attributes of every student. Maybe calculate some statistics, find some interesting correlations, things like that." As you watch the students take Casey's measurements, you're reminded of Ms. Darwin's first class. In that class, the students were tasked with answering sexual questions on a survey and were racing against the clock. But, Mrs. Eigen's version is much more meticulous, calm, and perhaps more humiliating, because nobody's rushing and only Casey is naked. The student who announced the number of Casey's anus wrinkles moves on to her next measurement. You're not sure what she's measuring, but it's certainly invasive. If you had to guess, it looks like she's measuring the distance between Casey's anus and clitoris. You take a peek at one of the worksheets. At the end of this class, every student will know the length of Casey's nipples, the temperature of her vagina at the beginning and end of class, and the length of the longest and shortest wrinkle of her anus. The list goes on and on. You flip the page over and see that it's double-sided. Mrs. Eigen nudges you and you both smile at each other. The students at their desks look almost bored, but the group behind Casey seems to be enjoying themselves as if they're playing a game. They'll giggle once in a while and provide each other guidance if a measurement was taken in error, and they don't seem to be acting like they're measuring a person's body part, they're acting like they're playing a board game. On the other hand, Casey isn't enjoying herself at all. You can't see her face anymore, but her ears are glowing red. When she was looking at you, she wasn't crying, but her eyes looked dull and lifeless. As you're watching this unfold, you notice someone sitting in the back of the class is raising their hand. It's Mia and she's practically hopping up and down so you'll notice her. [[Continue.->OliviaClassroomDiaperMess2]]\ <<chardetail "Mrs. Eigen" "She ran a class where the students measured Casey's body.">>\ <<chardetail "Casey" "She was nude and bent over the Mrs. Eigen's desk while students measured her body.">>

<<if $fo_ass is "relaxant">> Another student near to Mia says, "Ew," as she plugs her nose. <</if>>\ You ask, "What is it, Mia?" Instead of replying, she fidgets and waves for you to come closer. When you're near, she cups her hand like she needs to tell you a secret, then says, "Olivia had a, uh, uh..." After leaning in to whisper, she says, "An //accident//." You furrow your brow as you look around because you hadn't even noticed Olivia. But, sure enough, there she is with her head on the desk, using her arm as best she can to cover her face. At first you think she might be sleeping, but when you hear her whimper you think it's more likely she's crying. Mia asks, "Can I take her to the restroom to change her?" Olivia shakes her head without revealing her face. "Sure," you say. "You have all the equipment you need?" As Mia stands up she slings a backpack over a shoulder and says, "Yeah, I put everything in my bag last night." She hooks her hand under Olivia's elbow and helps her stand up. "Don't worry. I'll get you nice and clean in no time." When Olivia stands, her face is bright red, and she immediately covers it with her free hand. You remind Mia that Olivia is forbidden from cleaning herself. Mia nods, then brushes back her hair as she whispers into your ear. "I owe her a kiss, right?" You'd completely forgotten about that: At night when you were changing Olivia's diaper, Olivia wanted a kiss on her vulva but you said she would have to wait until next time. Right now, a kiss seems like the furthest thing from Olivia's mind. She just wants to get out of the room and out of her dirty diaper. Although Olivia's clearly embarrassed, only a few people have noticed what's happening. The majority of the class is still focusing on Casey's measurements. You smile at Mia and say, "Sure, once she's feeling up to it. Use your judgment." You've never seen Olivia look so feeble. She stands there whimpering, like she has no will of her own, waiting for Mia to lead the way. Mia grins, then pulls Olivia out the room, but before they go, you notice Olivia's oversized and <<if $fo_ass is "relaxant">>mushy<<else>>saggy<</if>> diaper drooping below her skirt. As Olivia waddles out the room, the diaper crinkles with every step. A student has her hand over her mouth to hide her smile. When Olivia's left the room, the student giggles and whispers something to her neighbor and they both laugh. You don't follow Olivia and Mia. Instead, you watch the rest of the class, and only at the end of it do you realize the two of them never came back. [[Office]]\ <<chardetail "Olivia" "She had an accident in her diaper during Mrs. Eigen's class and Mia took her to the restroom to change her.">>\ <<chardetail "Mia" "Olivia had an accident in her diaper during Mrs. Eigen's class and Mia took her to the restroom to change her.">>\

<<set $finished_olivia_checkup_diaper to true>>\ <<set $pause_hucow_scenes to false>>\ <<if $hucow>>\ <<set $visit_hucow_scene_in_x_office_visits to 1>>\ <</if>>\ A strange smell permeates the air after opening the door to Olivia's room. It seems a little off and takes a few sniffs before you recognize it's the smell of <<if $fo_ass isnot "relaxant">>urine<<else>>sewage<</if>>. From her breathing pattern, you can tell that she's still dreaming. Before you shut the door behind you, you pull in a cardboard box you brought with you, then you sneak in and sit on the floor for a few minutes, waiting for your eyes to adjust to the darkness and your nose to adjust to the smell. Listening to her rhythmic breath calms you somewhat, but you still feel your heart thumping. Once your eyes adjust, you watch her peacefully sleep. She's on her back and she kicked off her blanket, but whenever you've watched her sleep on camera, she always keeps the blanket on. Maybe wearing a diaper to bed is warmer than the panties she normally sleeps in. Turning to your side, you forage through the cardboard box. It's full of interesting toys you collected from Ms. Tink and Nurse Neadle's office, but you're looking for one thing in particular, and when you find it, you slide it out of the box very carefully to minimize the noise. Thankfully, once you've removed it, Olivia's still sleeping. It's a pair of handcuffs with a long chain, and if all goes according to plan, you'll attach one end to to Olivia's wrist, loop the long chain under the bed, and attach the other end to her other wrist. Her arms should be completely immobilized, but she'd still be able to kick her legs and slide up and down the bed. That's not much of a concern because the bed posts will prevent her from going too far. The cuffs themselves have a sort of innocent appeal to them. They're light purple and stay clasped with Velcro, but if you get them on, they will still restrain Olivia enough to check and clean her diaper. Before you begin, you look down and bite your lower lip. Should you really go through with this? [[No. You don't want to put Olivia through this humiliation.->Office]] [[Continue.->OliviaDiaperCheckup2]]\ <<chardetail "Olivia" "You snuck into her room to check her dirty diaper.">>

It feels like it takes 20 minutes, but you eventually get the cuffs on her. She deserves something special to wake up to, so you sit on the edge of her bed and stroke her forehead, as if you were her <<if $mc_gender === "male">>father<<elseif $mc_gender === "female">>mother<<else>>parent<</if>> about to wake her and say breakfast is ready. Unfortunately, this seems to have had the opposite affect you intended. Her eyes bolt open and she tries to sit up, only to realize she's restrained by the cuffs. She gasps, looks at one arm, then the other, and when she notices you're there she whimpers and immediately tears up. But after a mere sniffle, she completely recovers and puts on a brave face. "Where am I? What are you doing!" she snaps. In your most calming voice, you shush her and try to brush her forehead again, but she flinches from your hand and starts kicking. The diaper makes a distinct crinkling sound each time she flails her leg. "Let me go!" she yells. She looks at a cuff and tries to use her fingertips to undo the Velcro, but it's a futile effort. While you wait for her to come to this conclusion on her own, you turn on the lights and sit back down. Placing your hand over her mouth, you shush her again. Although it calms her, her eyes grow wide. "You're still in your room," you explain. The hot air from her nostrils blows onto your fingers until you slowly remove your hand. After a hard swallow, she whispers, "What are you doing?" Smiling, you lift up her pajamas to reveal her diaper. The bottom of it, near her crotch, has an off-white stain that gradually fades as it rises toward her belly button. Other than the stain, the diaper is completely white. It ends at her belly button and the bottom of the diaper appears to have blown up to twice or three times its original thickness near the crotch, probably due to holding in her wetness, but you'd have to touch to confirm it. When you pat the diaper a couple of times near the stain, she drags her heels along the mattress to move away, but can only generate enough friction to push herself back a few inches. It's cool to the touch, slightly lower than room temperature, and now that you know it's dirty, you smirk at her, rest your hand between her legs, and give the diaper a firm squeeze. The diaper crinkles as you squish it between your thumb and fingers and the imprint stays in place for a while before it slowly returns to its original shape. Finally, you answer her question. "I just thought you might need a changing." Her throat bobs a few times as she holds back the tears. Nostrils flaring, she looks down at her diaper, then yells, "I can change myself!" That's the first time a full grown adult has yelled those words at you. You smile at her and say, "See, I knew you'd say that. That's why we had to tie you up." When Olivia hears that, she starts pulling on her cuffs as hard as she can until her face turns red. The bed sinks in near her bottom as she strains, no doubt mushing the contents of the diaper into her sensitive skin. A moment later, and with a heavy exhale, her strength gives out. With a sympathetic frown, you ask, "Is it itchy?" She ignores the question. "Please... You- you can... I-I-I'll tell you if it's dirty if that's what you want. But, just- just let me go to the restroom by myself!" [[She's right. You unbind her and let her clean up in private.->Office]] [[Continue.->OliviaDiaperCheckup3]]

You click your tongue and shake your head as you look into her eyes. "Aw, you're not seeing the upside here. You can just sit back and relax and the rest will be taken care of. You don't have to do any of the work." When you try to pet her forehead again, she violently shakes her head side to side and starts screaming. "You already punished me! You already punished me!" You place your hand over her mouth and shush her, but unlike last time, it doesn't calm her down. "Mia," you yell. "Could you come in here?" Olivia's eyes bulge out as she sees the door creak open. Mia \ <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>\ walks through with her head hung and her hands covering her crotch. When Mia learned of your plan, she didn't want you to go through with it, but you were able to convince her to wait outside by saying she could protect and care for Olivia and make sure you didn't take things too far.\ <<else>>\ walks through with a smirk on her face but even she's surprised when she sees Olivia in bondage. Perhaps she never thought Olivia could be in such a vulnerable situation.\ <</if>> Muffled cries come from behind your hand and Olivia starts kicking again. She shakes your hand off her face and starts screaming for Mia to leave. If it weren't for your beckoning, Mia would have run out the door. She cautiously walks toward the foot of the bed, pausing once when Olivia <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>whimpers pathetically<<else>>snarls<</if>> at her. "You're such a 'big girl'," you say to Olivia, "I thought I'd need an assistant to help me change your diaper." You catch Mia looking at the diaper with a curled lip, and when Olivia notices Mia, she lifts up her knees to obscure Mia's view. You say, "See? She needs our help." [[Continue.->OliviaDiaperCheckupChoices]]\ <<chardetail "Mia" "She helped you change Olivia's dirty diaper.">>

<<if not $odc_legs_tied>>\ There's no way you're going to be able to change Olivia's diaper with her kicking like this. What are you going to do? <<else>>\ With Olivia limbs fastened to the bed, you can safely remove her diaper. <</if>>\ <<if not $odc_gagged>>\ [[Gag her.->OliviaDiaperCheckupGag]] <</if>>\ <<if not $odc_legs_tied>>\ [[Tie her legs spread over her head to the posts on the headboard.->OliviaDiaperCheckupLegs]] <</if>>\ <<if $fp_pee and (not $odc_tickled)>>\ [[Tickle her.->OliviaDiaperCheckupTickle]] <</if>>\ <<if $odc_legs_tied>>\ <<if (not $odc_feel_wetness) and (not $odc_untape_diaper)>>\ [[Feel if she's dirty through the leg hole.->OliviaDiaperCheckupFeelLegHole]] <</if>>\ <<if not $odc_untape_diaper>>\ [[Untape her diaper.->OliviaDiaperCheckupUntapeDiaper]] <</if>>\ <<if (not $odc_check_poop) and $odc_untape_diaper and $fo_ass is "relaxant" and (not $odc_mia_clean) and $fp_puffy_anus and $fp_scat>>\ [[Check how dirty her diaper really is.->OliviaDiaperCheckupHowDirty]] <</if>>\ <<if (not $odc_feed_scat) and $odc_check_poop and $odc_oring_gag and $fp_scat and $fp_vomit>>\ [[Feed Olivia some of the contents of her dirty diaper.->OliviaDiaperCheckupScatFeeding]] <</if>>\ <<if $odc_untape_diaper>>\ [[Let Mia clean Olivia up.->OliviaDiaperCheckupMiaClean]] <</if>>\ <</if>>\ [[You decide to uncuff her and leave.->Office]]

While Mia looks over Olivia to make sure she doesn't hurt herself, you sort through the box and lay out all the potential gags on the floor. Each is appealing in its own way. Which one would you like her to wear? [[The ball gag.|OliviaDiaperCheckupGag2][$odc_ball_gag to true]] Simple, but it will do the job. [[The O-ring gag.|OliviaDiaperCheckupGag2][$odc_oring_gag to true]] This gag is in the shape of a ring that will prevent Olivia from closing her mouth. The gag has a hole in it so she'll still be able to make noises, and you'll be able to feed her things (though, it's unlikely that she'd be able to swallow). [[The dildo gag.|OliviaDiaperCheckupGag2][$odc_dildo_gag to true]] If Olivia wears this, the dildo will go into her throat. If you were to guess, its length is just shy of triggering her gag reflex, but it should be rather terrifying because it's so close to it. The part that goes over her mouth is a flat, rectangular sheet of leather. <<back "Nevermind, let's not have her wear a gag. At least not now.">>

<<set $odc_gagged to true>>\ You tell Mia to hold Olivia's head in place so you can put the gag on her. <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>At first, Mia doesn't budge, but it's not difficult to convince her. You just tell her a few times that the gag isn't going to cause any pain and it'll make your jobs easier.<</if>> As you walk toward the bed with the gag in your hand, Olivia frowns and shakes her head. "Don't do this," she says. "I'll be good." Her whole body shakes as you and Mia get closer. Mia gets there first and uses both hands to stabilize her head. Her neck muscles strain to turn, but Mia can easily overpower them. Sitting on the side of the bed, you say, "Say 'ah!'" then, miming a plane, you zoom the gag in a loop before touching it against her lips. She doesn't open them so you have to pry her chin down, but not hard enough to cause any pain. <<if $odc_dildo_gag>>\ For a brief moment her jaw opens wide enough for you to slide the dildo past her teeth. But once the tip is in, since she has no means to spit it out, you take your time sliding the rest of its length in. As she struggles and tries to cough the thing out, you ignore her discomfort and say, "That's a good girl!" When she swallows half of it, she shuts her eyes tight, but past the half way point, her eyes grow larger and larger. She looks shocked about how deep it goes. You hear a muffled cough and she begins to tear up. Not because she's crying, you suspect, but because the dildo is so close to her gag reflex. Once you tie it securely behind her head, you tell Mia to let go. Olivia flops her head around and murmurs behind the gag. If she could talk, she'd probably be screaming for you to take it off. You pet her throat and feel it bobbing up and down like she's trying to swallow the thing. Keeping an eye on Olivia, you pull Mia to the side and whisper into her ear. "Never look away from her, OK? It would be very dangerous if she were to choke so we'll take it off her immediately if she does." Mia nods and you're confident she'd let you know. For now, things look safe. "Didn't she do great," you ask Mia. You <<if not $olivia_likes_mia>>both<</if>> shower Olivia with plenty of praise but she doesn't seem to appreciate it. Once she's settled down, Mia and you take turns dabbing the tears from her eyes with Kleenex, but the trickle shows no sign of slowing.\ <</if>>\ <<if $odc_oring_gag>>\ As soon as you hook the gag behind her front teeth, Olivia tries to push it away with her tongue, but somehow, while she's distracted with that, you're able to slide the bottom of the o-ring behind her lower teeth and fasten the strap behind her head. She peers up at Mia and whimpers, then says, "'et me oh!" "Not yet," you say to Mia. "'Not yet' what?" Mia asks. "She said, 'let me go'." Mia frowns slightly and says, "Oh." Fortunately, she follows your orders, not Olivia's. Distressed, Olivia tries her best to push the o-ring out of her mouth with her tongue, but the strap tied behind her head doesn't have any slack so that won't work. Once she realizes it's hopeless, she alternates between gurgles and growls. You sit on the bed beside her like you'd done earlier and shush her, but to no avail. Glancing at Mia, you say, "Aw, she's so cranky." Then you smile down at Olivia, and say, "Who's a cranky girl? You are!" <<linkreplace "You slide a finger into her mouth and pet her tongue." t8n>>\ When you slide your finger into her mouth, she glares at you, but after a tiny cough, her nose crinkles and she heaves. That has the unfortunate side effect of pushing your finger in deeper. You retract your hand, wait for her to get the coughs out of her system, and then return to tickling her tongue. This time, when she coughs, her eyes wince shut and tears stream down the sides of her face. Intentional or not (you're not sure), Mia releases Olivia's face and she turns her head to get your finger out of her mouth. Before removing it completely, you slide your finger in deep and, out of reflex, she strains against the straps to free herself.\ <</linkreplace>> With that over, Olivia's left panting heavily on the bed and her face is bright red. But, at least she's quiet.\ <</if>>\ <<if $odc_ball_gag>>\ As soon as you place the gag into her mouth, she uses her tongue to push the ball out, but you quickly tie the strap behind her head. Letting go, you take a step back and admire your work. The red ball bobs forward and back in her mouth and you come to the conclusion that she's trying to push it out with her lips and tongue. Once she realizes there's not enough slack around the strap for that to be possible, her lips stretch over the ball gag in an attempt to meet. For a moment, she looks like a horse trying to eat a red apple, but she stops when she sees the gag is too large to wrap her lips around. When she furrows her brow and murmurs something, her lips protrude off the ball and slowly wiggle, but she realizes she can't communicate, slurps, and whines. "That's better," you say as you pat her shoulder. You use your thumbs to brush her eyebrows back, glance at Mia, and say, "You can let go of her head now." With a touch so gentle it's almost a tickle, you trace Olivia's bottom lip, but she interrupts your stroke by flinching. "Now, now," you say. "Be good." <</if>> [[Continue.->OliviaDiaperCheckupChoices]]\ <<chardetail "Olivia" "You gagged her when you checked her diaper.">>

<<set _can_talk to $odc_oring_gag or (not $odc_gagged)>>\ <<set $odc_tickled to true>>\ "Maybe if we tickle her," you say to Mia, "it'll tire her out." <<if not $olivia_likes_mia>>\ Mia grins mischievously and says, "That's a great idea!" After glancing at Olivia, she bites her lip, and says, "Can we take off her top first?"\ <<else>>\ Looking down at Olivia, Mia frowns then says to you, "I dunno..." "Come on," you say. "Let's loosen her blouse."\ <</if>> You slip two fingers of each hand between the buttons of her pajama top then pull outward. Like a zipper, the fabric pops off the buttons in both directions and Olivia's breasts jiggle as they spring into view. She knew it was coming, but Olivia still <<if _can_talk>>gasps<<else>>murmurs<</if>> at the abrupt exposure of her chest. Although there are more ticklish spots on her body, you can't help but go for her nipple first. As you gently roll one between your index finger and thumb. It feels almost flat. Her nipple is almost exactly the same color as her areola and the only differentiating factor is that it's slightly raised and has a subtly rougher texture. <<if not $odc_legs_tied>>\ You only tweak it for a moment before she shifts her hips and pulls her breast away, but right before you lose your grip, it's stretched into a taut teardrop shape.\ <<else>>\ <<if _can_talk>>Her squeal<<else>>A muzzled scream<</if>> fills the room and she tries to kick her hips up, but the leg restraints hold her securely in place. Grinning at Mia, you say, "Come here. You should feel this." As Mia <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>timidly<</if>> steps forward, Olivia tries to find a place in the room she can look to avoid all eye contact. You grab Mia by the wrist and put her hand on top of Olivia's breast. The little pink nipple pokes out between her middle and ring finger. "Feel that?" you ask. You're unsure if she can so you place your own hand on top of hers and circle it around. <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>Mia frowns and says,<<else>>Mia tilts her head and says,<</if>>"What?" You playfully nudge Mia and say, "It's hard! And I barely touched it, too." After a whimper, Olivia slowly closes her eyes and shakes her head. To stimulate the nipple further, you push it against the webbing between Mia's fingers. After rubbing it against Mia's hand three times, it becomes rock hard, but you continue to brush it to make a mental model of all its little imperfections. You didn't notice it at first, but the nipple skin consists of many thin crinkles. When bow your head to get a closer look, its texture looks like a shattered pane of glass.\ <</if>> Lightly grazing along the way, you drag your hands to Olivia's rib cage, then wiggle your fingertips. She immediately tilts her head back <<if _can_talk>>and laughs<<else>>and screams, but it's stifled by the gag<</if>>. Although she's giggling uncontrollably, her eyes betray any sense of pleasure. <<if not $odc_legs_tied>>With abrupt movements, she curls her back and kicks into the air, but there's no escape from your torment.<</if>>\ <<if $odc_untape_diaper>> Just as you're getting into it, you hear an unusual sound. When you realize what it is, you can't stop grinning. "Good girl!" you exclaim. Turns out you tickled Olivia so hard she lost control of her bladder and started urinating on the diaper. When you look down, you see it trickling out of her, but when you continue tickling her, the jet shoots out and makes a pleasant splattering sound on the diaper. Olivia's labia are somewhat stuck together, and the golden stream kisses them both on the side as it passes by. Some drops spill directly down her skin and drip to her bottom. When you glance at Mia you see her biting her lip and leaning in to stare at Olivia's crotch. Olivia starts to run low on liquid. Instead of spraying or trickling out of her, it spurts every time she laughs, coating her vulva with a thin sheen of urine. She's soon dry, but you continue tickling and watch her breasts bounce and flop on her chest for at least a minute more\ <<chardetail "Olivia" "After taking off her diaper, she lost control of her bladder when you tickled her.">>\ <<else>>You watch her breasts bounce and flop on her chest for at least a minute<</if>> <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>\ until Mia says, "Principal $name?" "Yes?" you say. You almost forgot she was there. Mia shakes her head and says, "I don't think she can take any more of that," in a tearful voice. "Very well. You're probably right." When you stop tickling, both you and Olivia sigh at the same time, but unlike you, Olivia's completely spent of energy. <<else>>\ and then, without asking permission, Mia grabs one of Olivia's feet and starts tickling the arch with her fingernails. This makes Olivia violently kick her leg, but <<if $odc_legs_tied>>the restraints prevent most movement<<else>>with you tickling her ribs, she doesn't have nearly enough energy to fend Mia off<</if>>. Not long after this, her spirit breaks and she goes completely limp, though she still screams<<if not _can_talk>> into her gag<</if>>.\ <</if>> You leave her with her face red and puffy and it seems like no matter how fast she breathes, she can't get enough oxygen. "She'll be good now," you say to Mia. [[Continue.->OliviaDiaperCheckupChoices]]

<<set $odc_legs_tied to true>>\ As you squat at the cardboard box and search for something to restrain Olivia's legs, <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>\ Mia stays by Olivia's side and rubs the back of her cuffed hand to soothe her, occasionally glancing at you with a disapproving frown.\ <<else>>\ Mia stays by Olivia's side<<if $odc_tickled>> and uses the opportunity to study Olivia's chest while she waits<</if>>.\ <</if>> Every so often, Olivia groans from exhaustion. "Ah!" you say. "Found it!" After untangling them from the other contents of the box, you pull out two long, purple straps. They're nice and thick, like a martial arts belt, but they're much longer. <<if $odc_tickled>>\ Weakened from the tickling ordeal, Olivia doesn't put up much of a fight. You loop a strap behind the back of her right knee and tie both ends snug around the right bedpost by her head. Then, you do the same to her left knee.\ <<else>>\ Olivia tries her best to fight you off with her legs, but after a few minutes, you capture one and loop a strap behind the back of her right knee. You tie both ends of the strap snug around the right bedpost by her head. The left leg is easier to catch because she has three other limbs restrained, but she fights you with every last ounce of strength.\ <</if>> If she were on her feet, she'd look like someone leaning forward while sitting on a chair. The straps do a good job of spreading her thighs and giving you easy access to her diaper, and most importantly, with her legs lifted out of the way, you have enough room to sit at the foot at the bed while you change her. For a moment, you consider tying up her ankles because she can still flail her shins around, but with her knees and arms held in place, you decide it would be overkill. Olivia's probably never felt this vulnerable before. <<if $odc_gagged>>Her eyes seem to be screaming for you to stop,<<else>>She begs you to stop,<</if>> so as a reminder, you say, "We just want to check your diaper and clean you up, it'll be over in no time." But, hearing this doesn't seem to provide any peace of mind. [[Continue.->OliviaDiaperCheckupChoices]]

<<set $odc_feel_wetness to true>>\ You sit on the bed with your legs crossed and pat the side. "Join me?" you ask Mia. Mia says, "But, we already know she went in her diaper. You can smell it." "I know, dear," you say. "But, let's check anyway. I want you to learn for times when the room doesn't smell." <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>She furrows her brow, looks at Olivia, then shakes her head. "Come on," you say. "You need to be close to me to make sure I'm not hurting her, right?" It's a thin premise, but enough to convince her to hop on the bed by your side.<<else>>She giggles nervously and hops up on the bed by your side.<</if>> Minutes pass before you continue, and the longer you wait, the calmer Olivia gets. With Olivia's bottom facing you and her knees in the air, you whisper to Mia. "I'm just going to slide my finger behind the leg of the diaper and feel if it's damp. OK?" <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>Her eyes dart around and she frowns, but then she gives you a rapid nod.\ <<else>> She bites her lower lip then says, "Can I feel next?" "Of course," you say.\ <</if>> Before you proceed, you gently pet the back of Olivia's right thigh so she gets used to the feeling and temperature of your hand, but as soon as you touch her, she starts writhing her shins in the air. <<if $odc_gagged>>She's trying to communicate something, but behind her gag, it only comes out as moans.<<else>>She simply says, "Don't!"<</if>> "Shh, shh, shh," you say in a soothing tone. "I promise you'll feel so much better when this is over." Each time you pet, you drag your hand a little bit lower than before, until you reach the leg of the diaper. Rather than immediately slip your finger in, you take your time and pet around the border of the diaper, tracing the thin plastic of its ridge. Once in a while, you'll slip your fingertip under the edge, but you quickly retract it and return to petting her soft thigh. As time passes, her thrashing slows and eventually subsides. You flash Mia a smile and say, "Good girl," to Olivia. "See? It's not so-" as soon as she hears you, she starts kicking again. Mia leans to your ear and whispers, "If you don't compliment her next time, I think she'll stay quiet." <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>You're a little surprised Mia gave you a tip. Maybe she doesn't like seeing Olivia flail.<</if>> You pet around the rim of the leg hole until Olivia's calm. Minutes pass. Mia puts her hand on your shoulder to get your attention, and when you turn to look at her, her finger's over her lips. Before you turn your attention back to Olivia, you give Mia a nod, then slip your fingertip under the edge of the leg hole. The plastic at the edge is smooth and taut, but Olivia's body is soft enough to make enough room for your finger. Instead of feeling for wetness, you first slide your thumb and forefinger up and down the thin plastic that lines the leg hole. There's something pleasant about the contrast between the plastic on one side and her soft skin on the other. Behind the diaper, you face your index finger toward her body, then you push it toward her crotch. There's not a lot of room in there as the diaper is secure against her body, but you do the best you can to reduce any noise. Still, the diaper crinkles a bit as your finger slides in. The inside of it feels slightly damp and cool and you think it must be unpleasant for Olivia to be sitting in this mess. Her skin feels like it's coated with sprinkles of slightly sticky dew. As your finger travels, it eventually dips into the crease between her leg and her mound, and once again, Olivia becomes antsy. It's as if she hadn't noticed your progression until that point. She kicks, though not as violently as before, and while you wait for her to calm down, you stroke up and down the crease before her vulva. Although you've confirmed she wet her diaper, you decide to push the envelope a little further and see if you can touch her puffy outer folds without her protesting. As your finger climbs up her mound, she makes a little 'meep' sound. You temporarily pause when you hear it, but then continue progressing until, finally, you feel your finger resting on her squishy and slightly sticky outer lip. The labia is covered with goosebumps. You really want to see if the warmth of your finger caressing her lip will smooth out the bumps, but the chance of another outburst makes it not worth the risk, so you just let your finger sleep on her skin for a while. You give Mia a look and bob your chin up before whispering, "You feel now. Through the other side." She bites her lower lip <<if not $olivia_likes_mia>>and smiles<</if>>, but you interrupt her right before she touches Olivia. "Slowly," you mouth with your lips. She nods. <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>Mia didn't need much convincing for this so maybe she's as eager to feel it as you were.<</if>> The next few minutes are rather tense because it feels like Olivia could throw a tantrum at any moment. She breathes slowly as Mia tunnels her finger toward the left labia. You hear a few groans, but stroking the back of Olivia's thigh with your other hand seems to calm her down. You've even been able to sneak a few wiggles of your index finger on her puffy labia a few times without her noticing. Suddenly, Olivia bucks her hips, growls, then gasps. You're not sure what's happening, but when you whirl your head toward Mia, she's cringing and hissing through her teeth. Something brushes against your finger and you almost jump, that is, until you realize Mia's finger just touched yours from the other side of the leg hole. You're about to scold Mia for moving so far. She was only supposed to go as far as the lip on her side, not cross the sensitive slit to your side. When Olivia grunts and jerks her hips again, it's like Mia can read your mind, because she retreats back to the left labia. Olivia gasps when Mia's finger passes over Olivia's inner folds for the second time, but when both of your fingers are resting on her labia majora, she sighs. It seems like you're in the clear when Olivia <<if $odc_gagged>>starts growling and kicking her legs.<<else>>says, "Get out!"<</if>> "Uh," you say. "We're, uh, just checking if you're wet, give us a moment." <<if $odc_gagged>>With a high pitched squeal, Olivia does the best she can to shake her whole body to let you know she wants you out immediately.<<else>>"Get out! Get out! Get out now!"<</if>> After you both slip your fingers out of the diaper, you bow your head, shake it, then slap Mia's shoulder with the back of your hand. A moment after you hit her, you notice your dirty finger smells of urine. Mia looks at you and mouths the word, "Sorry," but you just roll your eyes. Although Olivia's in no position to make demands, you figure pulling out by her request could build up some good will for when you change her. After all, you were able to keep her pretty subdued until Mia goofed, and that was by going very slow and giving her plenty of non-sexual physical contact. Maybe if you use what you've learned while you change her, she won't put up much of a fight. [[Continue.->OliviaDiaperCheckupChoices]]\ <<chardetail "Olivia" "You and Mia felt her labia through the leg hole of Olivia's diaper.">>\ <<chardetail "Mia" "You and her felt Olivia's labia through the leg hole of Olivia's diaper.">>

<<set $odc_untape_diaper to true>>\ <<set _can_talk to $odc_oring_gag or (not $odc_gagged)>>\ <<if not $odc_feel_wetness>>\ You sit on the bed with your legs crossed and pat the side. "Join me?" you ask Mia. <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>She furrows her brow, looks at Olivia, then shakes her head. "Come on," you say. "You need to be close to me to make sure I'm not hurting her, right?" It's a thin premise, but enough to convince her to hop on the bed by your side.<<else>>She giggles nervously and hops up on the bed by your side.<</if>> <</if>>\ You take a large changing mat and slide it under Olivia's body. That way, no matter how much she struggles, she won't soil her sheets. Minutes pass before you continue. Without saying a word, you lean in with outstretched hands and place them on either side of the diaper. You were hoping the wait would pacify her, but she puts up a bit of a fight. As she shakes her hips back and forth, you click your tongue. "Tch, tch, tch. I know, I know. It really sucks, huh?" The noise of the tape echoes through the room when you rip it from one side. As you unfasten the other side, you continuously shush her, but it doesn't do much to placate her cries. Finally, the diaper is loose, though not removed. For some reason, you're hesitant to remove it. Olivia seems somewhat calm, like she's decided to accept her fate and <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>even<</if>> Mia seems to be waiting to take a peek. Before you remove the diaper, Olivia <<if _can_talk>>cries, "No," but it sounds halfhearted.<<else>>murmurs, but it sounds halfhearted.<</if>> The diaper crinkles as you peel it from the top and lower it toward the bed. You do this slowly, like you're unwrapping a present and you want to cherish the feeling of not knowing what's inside. When the top of Olivia's goosebump-covered vulva is revealed, you wonder if she can feel the temperature change. After all, her crotch hasn't had much air circulation since she fell asleep. Your thought is interrupted by the intense smell of urine<<if $fo_ass is "relaxant">> and feces<</if>>. Mia holds her nose, but you nudge her to stop so Olivia doesn't become self-conscious. After placing the top of the diaper down on the bed, you take a moment to explore Olivia with your eyes. Her pale labia majora are fat and puffy, but her inner lips are still in plain sight. Looking a little closer, you see a few, thin, vertical wrinkles running down the labia majora that curve in toward her vagina, and a bit of her hood is poking out near the top, but most of it is hidden. Something about the lips look sticky, and you imagine if you were to listen close, they would make a noise if you were to slowly part them with your thumbs. Unfortunately, there's no hint of arousal, but given the circumstances, that's to be expected. <<if $fo_ass isnot "relaxant">>\ Her anus <<if $fo_saw_anal>>looks loose. Almost baggy. It droops down with a gape the shape of a small triangle, but it's clean.<<else>>is tight and puckered.<</if>> Besides the small amount of urine on it, it's clean.\ <<else>>\ The bottom half of the diaper isn't laying flat on the bed because it's stuck to her bottom and completely blocking your view of her anus. There's a strong scent of feces emanating from that direction.\ <</if>> [[Continue.->OliviaDiaperCheckupChoices]]

<<set $odc_check_poop to true>>\ By now you've figured out the best way to work with Olivia. You just let her sit for a while to adjust to the novelty of her new situation, and at first she fights, but after a few minutes of rubbing her thigh, she usually calms down and lets you proceed. Now seems like a good time to check her dirty diaper. Since it's stuck to her bottom, her vulva is exposed but you can't see anything below it. You bend the diaper down toward the bed, lifting your chin to get a better view, until the diaper is pulled an inch or so away from her body and some of her anus comes into view. What initially stands out is how loose it is. Earlier today, it was a tight pucker full with thin wrinkles radiating out from the center, but now those wrinkles are gone and they've been replaced by a swollen ring of dark pink and purple nodules. Each bump reminds you of a little grape, and you fantasize about giving one a playful (yet gentle) squeeze between between your two fingers, though she'd surely throw a fit at that, so you hold yourself back. Next, you notice the awful smell. Her hole is wrapped around a thick log of fecal matter. Apparently, she tried to expel it while she slept, but it's so firm the thing more or less kept its original shape as it was pushed against the diaper. The end you can see is smushed and stuck to the inside of the diaper, but the other end is hidden from view inside her rectum. The slow rate at which it tapers off suggests there could be up to 7 inches penetrating her like a filthy suction dildo. When the fragrance hits Mia's nose, she covers her face with her finger tips, but you <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>think you<<else>>also<</if>> see a smile hidden behind her palm. Olivia's anus is so loose, only a nodule or two make light contact with the log and the rest are a few millimeters away, not even gripping it. Given the firm consistency of the fecal matter, Olivia's anus is surprisingly clean. The diaper crinkles as you slowly pull it back an inch and watch the knobby turd brush against different anus bumps. The effect is subtle, but her hole almost looks like it's alive as parts of it stretch and contract to fit around the shape of the filthy dildo. You pause after you've removed an inch of it. Mia's leaning forward to see what you're doing and biting her lower lip, but then she furrows her brow and looks at you to figure out why you stopped. After flashing her a smile, you slowly push the diaper toward Olivia again. As the log moves in reverse, it catches on an anal bump and tries to pull it back with it toward the rectum before it pops into view again. Once Olivia realizes the log is going back inside her, you hear her grunt. She might be trying to push it out, but the muscle relaxant is still in full effect so she has no means of resistance except to tighten her buttocks. Pausing, you warn her to relax because she may break it off at the base. It's easy to convince her because the idea of you and Mia digging around with your fingers to extract the log by hand is so unappealing. When Olivia relaxes her buttocks, you're happy to see she didn't cause any structural damage to the log so it can still function as a dildo. Slowly, you pull the diaper about 3 inches away. You can't see the end, but it looks like your original guess might be right and the thing could be 7 inches or longer. Olivia grunts as you reveal another inch of it, then you shift gears and push it back in her. When Mia sees those four inches of fecal matter slip back inside Olivia, Mia bites the tip of her finger, shudders, then whispers, "That's kinda hot." You grin at her, happy she's enjoying the show. "We're almost done here," you tell Olivia, but really, you want to see how long this can go on. Fortunately, the dildo shows no signs of snapping since you're moving it as slow as you can. You praise Olivia on her remarkable stillness. Her eyes look dull and lifeless, yet they're tearing up. There's an occasional grunt from her as the dildo enters her body and once in a while she'll sigh, but other than that, she's completely quiet. Olivia's anus now looks a little dirtier. Some of the anal bumps have been brushing against the scat as it slides by, and now look like they have a thin coat of peanut butter smeared on their tips. <<if $fp_spit>>\ Unbeknownst to you, Mia's been inching herself closer to the action to get a better view of things, and when you look up you're a little surprised to see her there. Her eyes are either locked on the putrid dildo or Olivia's anus, you're not sure which, but she's biting her lips as her nostrils flare. After bowing her head, she 'helps' by drooling a little spit on top of the fecal shaft and watches with interest as her saliva disappears inside Olivia's rectum like it's been carried away on some conveyor belt. When you retract the log, the part she spat on has a wet sheen and so does the tip of one of Olivia's bumps, but the rest of the spit seems to have been lost somewhere inside Olivia. As you continue to pump the scat in and out of Olivia, Mia intermittently lubricates it with her spit. <</if>>\ The room is quiet as the three of you work as a team, but Mia gets so turned on she starts masturbating and accidentally lets out a moan. When Olivia hears it, she comes to her senses and <<if $odc_oring_gag>>says, "'op."<<elseif $odc_gagged>>loudly groans.<<else>>says, "Stop."<</if>> You decide to respect her wishes and slowly pull the diaper away from Olivia's bottom. To help, she even does what she can to lift it and make your job easier. The fecal spike slides out of her in one piece and stands straight up into the air. At its tip, it doesn't form a point, rather it abruptly ends, so it's a little shorter than you anticipated, but still impressively wide. If it weren't for the taboo, Olivia probably could have enjoyed this. As soon as you think that, the spike snaps in half under the weight of its own gravity. You probably won't be able to use it again as a dildo. Maybe Mia's having the same thought, because she seems to pout. [[Continue.->OliviaDiaperCheckupChoices]]\ <<chardetail "Olivia" "You and Mia thrust Olivia's scat back into her like a dildo when she was wearing a diaper.">>\ <<chardetail "Mia" "You and her thrust Olivia's scat back into Olivia like a dildo when she was wearing a diaper.">>\

Turning to Mia, you say, "Do you think you can take it from here?" Her eyes dart about before she says, "You mean, clean her?" "Mm-hmm. I'll sit here and supervise, but I'd like to take a break and watch now." <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>\ After thinking about it for a moment, the first thing Mia asks is, "Can I untie her?" You're not sure if that's a good idea, but when you glance at Olivia, you see her staring at the ceiling with her chin quivering. She looks so defeated, she'd probably let you do anything you want to her.\ <<else>>\ When you glance at Olivia, you see her staring at the ceiling with her chin quivering. You tell Mia, "It might be fun to untie her, first." Mia jerks her head back then shakes her head. "No way. She'd absolutely kill me." "I don't think so," you say. "Just look at her." After inspecting Olivia's demeanor, Mia understands. Olivia's so defeated, she'd probably let Mia do anything she wants.\ <</if>> Mia unfastens Olivia's legs first, but as soon as she unties Olivia's wrist, Olivia leaps toward Mia. With a gasp, you lean forward as fast as you can to shield any harm to Mia, but as soon as you lay your hands on them, you realize you're the one who misread the situation. Olivia didn't leap to attack Mia, she leaped to sob on Mia's shoulder. As Olivia cries, Mia pats her back to soothe her.\ <<if $odc_gagged>>\ <<set $odc_gagged to false>>\ After a while, Mia lifts her hands to the nape of Olivia's neck, and unfastens the gag. It falls to the bed and Olivia's hand trembles as she wipes some of the slobber away from her mouth with her fingertips. \ <</if>>\ It doesn't seem like Olivia's going to stop crying any time soon. Mia looks up at you with watery eyes and says, "I feel bad." "I know," you say. "She'll feel better once she's clean and has a good nights sleep." Mia swallows hard, holds Olivia tight, and shakes her head. You walk to your cardboard box and place it on the foot of the bed so it's in reach, then you say, "Uh, it might be easiest if you lay her down on her back." Mia sighs but agrees. She pries Olivia off her and holds both her hands as she lowers her down to the bed. While she's being let down, Olivia shivers like she's freezing to death, and when Mia releases Olivia's hands, it's like Olivia doesn't know what to do with them. She settles on placing her thumbs by her mouth like one would if they were trying to warm their hands with their breath. [[Continue.->OliviaDiaperCheckupMiaClean2]]\ <<chardetail "Olivia" "Mia put a fresh diaper on her.">>\ <<chardetail "Mia" "She put a fresh diaper on Olivia.">>

"Do you want a blanket," Mia asks Olivia. When Olivia rapidly nods, Mia whispers, "OK, we'll get you a blanket." Mia stands up and drapes one over Olivia's midsection, exposing everything below the hips. Since this is one of the few acts of compassion Olivia's experienced tonight, she almost smiles as she pulls the top of the blanket up to her chin. After a soft grunt, Olivia says, "Thank you." Mia scans the sheets under Olivia's bottom and sees that they're soiled, then she looks at Olivia and says, "I'll change and wash your sheets tonight, OK? You don't have to worry about sleeping on a dirty bed." Nodding, Olivia begins to close her eyes. "May I clean you?" Olivia whimpers and her chin trembles. She tilts her head up to look at Mia, then says, "Can't I clean myself? Are there wet wipes in that box?" You interject. "No, Olivia. Let Mia do it." Olivia hasn't looked at you since she's been untied, and this is no exception, but it's clear she heard you because she shivers, lays her head down flat, and says, "OK." When Mia promises to be gentle, Olivia nods rapidly with her eyes closed shut. As Mia scoots her way back between Olivia's bent knees, Olivia clutches her blanket tight at the top. She looks like she's about to pull it over her face to avert her eyes, but that never happens. In fact, as Mia rubs Olivia's inner thigh, Olivia will occasionally lift her head up again to see what's about to happen next. Like you had done earlier, Mia just waits, giving no indication there's even a next step to come. Eventually, Olivia stops shivering and Mia takes it as her cue to begin the changing process. She asks you for the wet wipes, powder, and a new diaper. It takes a bit of time, but you sort through the box and hand them each to her. Since Olivia's been untaped, she's been moving around a bit. As a result, she's now sitting on the corner of her dirty diaper<<if $fo_ass is "relaxant">>, and a bit of the changing mat has been smeared with feces<</if>>. Mia has Olivia lift her bottom, removes and folds the dirty diaper in half, then hands the package to you. When you take the diaper, you get a whiff of <<if $fo_ass is "relaxant">>feces<<else>>urine<</if>>, and before you seal it in a plastic baggy, you note it's heavy and thick, especially compared to the clean one you just handed to Mia. There's something impressive about the way it was able to hold in that entire mess without spilling. Mia removes a wet wipe from its container then whispers, "You'll feel sticky and icky if I don't clean you up, so that's what I'm going to do with this first, kay?" Olivia lifts her head up and frowns at Mia, but doesn't say anything. To show her it's not so bad, Mia presses the wet wipe against Olivia's inner thigh then circles it around. "I'll just rub like this, see?" Olivia quickly glances at you, lays her head flat on the bed, then sighs. It seems like Mia's been given permission, or at least acceptance that it's going to happen. [[Continue.->OliviaDiaperCheckupMiaClean3]]

<<if $fo_ass is "relaxant">>"Probably better to clean her bottom first," you say. Mia looks at you and nods, then she says,<<else>>Mia says,<</if>> "Olivia, can you tuck your knees into your chest? Yeah, like that. But, spread them apart." <<if $fo_ass is "relaxant">>In that position, you get a clear view of her gape. It hangs down like a wrinkled sleeve. With better lighting, you'd be able to see far inside, but on the outside, you can still tell it needs wiping. After biting her lip for a moment, Mia says, "I'll, um, just dab around the hole, kay?" Olivia whimpers, then says, "Go fast, please." Mia stops herself from saying something, darts her eyes around, then says, "But, I don't want to hurt you. I think slow is better." She makes a good point: Olivia's hole looks tender from all the stretching. Olivia exhales twice before reacting. Finally, she says, "Fine." <<if $fp_puffy_anus>>After wrapping the wet wipe around her index finger, Mia leans in and blots one of the anus bumps at the bottom of the hole. First, she slides her finger into the hole and, curling her finger behind the bump, she wipes it from behind. Then, she drags the moist towelette up and over the top of the bulge and down the front. She uses gentle little strokes and so much care it's like watching someone polish a beloved and fragile heirloom. Olivia doesn't stay idle as she's wiped. At the first touch, her knees knock together, but once she gets used to the sensation, they slowly spread open. Olivia grunts at the beginning, but she gets used to the sensation, and after that point, the only thing you can hear is the heavy breathing from Mia's mouth. When Mia's done with the first bump, she stares down at the soiled wet wipe and bites her lip. She swallows hard, folds it in half, and cleans the next dirty knob. It takes a long time for Mia to clean each bump, but she seems to savor every moment of it. After she cleans a thick wrinkle at the top of the anus, her thumb trembles as she pulls the bump back to inspect it from behind. By the time Mia's wiped down every fold, her face looks flush and she seems to be having difficulty concentrating.<<else>>It takes a long time, but Mia cleans Olivia's anus.<</if>> You clear your throat and she almost jumps before grabbing a fresh wet wipe to clean Olivia's cheeks until her bottom looks nice and shiny. Then she grabs a new wet wipe for use on the vulva. <</if>>\ Mia hesitates. Before speaking, she bites her lower lip, looks down, and blushes. "I, um, I'm gonna do the... top. OK?" After looking away, Olivia pouts and sighs, but she doesn't say no. When Mia touches her hand to Olivia's left labia, Olivia groans, lifts her head up to see what's happening, then sighs as she lays it back down. Almost as if speaking to herself, Mia says, "It's OK, it's OK," then she swipes the wet nap down Olivia's crotch. When the friction smushes Olivia's puffy lip to the side, it gives you a peak into Olivia's shiny vagina. Mia lifts the wet nap up and you see a subtle yellow shade from the urine it's mopped up, but it's clean enough to be reused on the other side. This time, Olivia squirms as the toilette slides down her lip, but Mia makes sure to swipe it all the way down to bottom, stopping right above the anus. "Sorry," Mia says. "Am I being too rough?" Olivia sniffles and shakes her head. "It's fine," she whispers. "Check if she's clean," you say. "With your nose." Mia frowns for a moment, but then she bows her head to Olivia's crotch and takes a sniff. When she lifts her head up, she looks at you and shakes her head. "Go on, then." Mia caresses each labia with a new wet wipe, but this time, she wipes slightly closer to the slit and the lip bulges out when she presses down. When she's cleaned both lips, she takes another sniff without being told, then shakes her head again. "It might be the inner lips," you say. Mia glances at Olivia to see how she'll react to your words, but she just lays there silently. Slowly, Mia reaches out toward an inner lip. The one she goes for is curled inward, but right before she touches it, she checks with Olivia to see if it's OK. [[Continue.->OliviaDiaperCheckupMiaClean4]]

Before Mia continues, Olivia covers her nose with her hands and looks away, but when her inner lip is touched, she momentarily juts her hips into the air. After that, it's quiet. Mia rapidly blinks as she attempts to make eye contact with Olivia, but her gaze isn't met. Every exhale from Olivia's nose sounds labored. They hold their positions for a moment. Mia keeps her fingers pinched around the folded lip, and once they're both comfortable, she slowly unrolls it against her thumb by curling her index finger back. She adjusts her fingers so she's pinching the tip of the lip, keeping it stretched flat, then she stares at it for a while. The lip's complexion is pale pink throughout. With it pulled to the side, you have a clear view into Olivia's vagina, which is normally protected by the inner lips. Mia remembers why she's holding onto it in the first place. With her other hand, she gently brushes the inside of Olivia's labia with more care and thoroughness than you feel is necessary. She goes over every inch of it at least three times, but in her defense, it's challenging to clean because Olivia's inner lips are short and slippery. When she's done with the inside, she pulls the lip across the slit and cleans the outside. She doesn't let go immediately when she finished. Rather, she bows her head and inhales deeply, her nose coming within a millimeter of touching it. Olivia furrows her brow. She's probably thinking the same thing you are: There's no point in sniffing it since the other lip hasn't been cleaned yet. You're pretty sure Mia just wanted an excuse to put her face close. After cleaning the other lip with the same love and care as the first, Mia sniffs it, too. You tilt your head to get a better view, and spot Mia just barely rubbing the tip of her nose up and down the inside of it. She stops when Olivia clears her throat and tries to play it off like and accident. You want to encourage this behavior so you smirk at Mia and say, "Do they feel clean?" She raises and eyebrow and says, "Yeah?" Since she didn't take the hint, you rub your thumb with the side of your index finger. It's the same gesture the staff at hotels use to say they want a tip. "Check like this," you say. Mia blushes as she rubs the back of her neck, but she says, "Kay." She licks her thumb like she's about to turn a page of a book, then reaches toward Olivia's vulva and stretches a lip across her forefinger and thumb. [[Continue.->OliviaDiaperCheckupMiaClean5]]

As soon as Olivia's touched, she clears her throat and scoots back, but not enough for Mia to lose her grip. "Gently," you whisper. Mia's eyes widen as she strums the lip with her thumb. She builds up the nerve to uncurl the other lip with her other hand and pets them both like this simultaneously. The way Olivia's lips are flattened out to the sides gives her vulva a butterfly-like appearance. After a while, Olivia even shows some signs of arousal: A small reservoir of clear liquid collects at her vaginal entrance. Mia blinks rapidly, swallows, then turns to you without releasing the lips. "Feels clean," she says. You don't reply. You want to see if Mia will continue the massage, and thankfully, she does. Olivia looks exhausted. She could fall asleep at any moment if you let her lower her knees. Maybe this is an opportunity to try something you couldn't get away with earlier. When you scoot up to her head, her eyes grow wide and her chin begins to tremble. You wait, letting her get accustomed to your presence, then you stroke her forehead and hair back with your fingertips. At first, she clenches her jaw and tilts her head away from you, but unlike before, she doesn't flinch. Around stroke number 10, the tension leaves her body, she sighs, and she slowly closes her eyes. You decide to continue for as long as she'll let you. The bed creaks as you lean forward to check on Mia's work and smirk at what you see. The clear liquid that was collecting in Olivia's vagina has now transformed and become frothy white, and some of it trickles down to her left butt cheek. You smile at Mia to let her know she's doing a great job, but her eyes are glued to Olivia's labia minora so she doesn't notice you. You lean back against the bed's headboard and begin stroking Olivia's cheek. You're not sure how much time passes as you close your eyes and concentrate on Olivia's breathing. It gets slower and slower. You check to see if she's fallen asleep, but she's still holding her knees against her chest. When she lets out a little coo, you smile and stroke her cheek with delight. Her eyes open to slits and you smile down at her to see if she'll smile back at you, but she closes her eyes again, moans, and nestles her head into your palm. Some time passes where you try to get Mia to make eye contact with you, but she's in her own little world. When she finally notices, you touch the center of your lip then point at Olivia's crotch. You mouth the word, "Gently," hold up your finger, and say, "Just once." Mia grins at you before she puckers her lips and envelopes the center of them around Olivia's clitoris. The kiss is soft and gentle. If it weren't for the location, it would look rather wholesome, like the kind of kiss you'd give to someone's forehead, and all things considered, Olivia's reaction is rather mild. She makes no sound, but she bites her lip and raises her hips to meet Mia's mouth. [[You want Olivia to continue wearing diapers.->OliviaDiaperCheckupMiaClean6]] [[Olivia should not wear diapers in the future.->OliviaDiaperCheckupMiaClean7]]

<<set $odc_continue to true>>\ While stroking Olivia's face, you lean into her and whisper, "Would you like another kiss?" Olivia opens her tired eyes, blushes, and whispers, "No." She lifts her head and sees Mia massaging her petals like they're made of precious material, then plops her head back down. Mia looks like she's dying to give it another kiss. Her face is so close, Olivia must feel her warm breath. You bide your time while tenderly petting Olivia's face, but she doesn't look calm like she did before. Gradually, her face contorts into a grimace, until, with a huff, she opens her eyes and swiftly nods her head. As soon as you lock eyes with hers, she jerks her head to the side and partially covers her face with her hair. "OK," you say. "You can get another kiss tomorrow." Olivia furrows her brow as she glares at you. "You- you just wanted to hear me say yes, didn't you?" You smile down at her and say, "No, dear. You wouldn't get a kiss tomorrow if you'd said 'no'." Before she can act out her frustration, you stand up and pull out a clear bottle of liquid from the box. "Mia, put on a glove and rub this all over her. It's getting late." Mia looks unhappy by the interruption, too. Without letting go of Olivia's labia, she asks, "What is that?" You say, "It's some of the lube with muscle relaxant in it. Put it on so she'll need to wear a diaper tomorrow, too." While shaking her head, Olivia throws her legs down to the bed and scoots back into a sitting position. You smile and say, "Come now. It's not so bad, right? You were really enjoying yourself a moment ago." Her chin trembles as she looks at her palms, then she looks at you with teary eyes and says, "I don't want to wear a diaper in public." When you ignore her to find the gloves, she starts to weep, but Mia does her best to console her. She kneels at Olivia's side, wraps an arm around her shoulder, and promises to give her lots and lots of kisses tomorrow night if she wears the diaper again. Olivia doesn't stop crying, but she accepts her fate. When told, she even gets back to the position she was in with her knees tucked into her chest and Mia does her best to reassure Olivia that everything's fine as she smears the lube all over her crotch. As you wait for the lube to take effect, Olivia sniffles and wipes her nose with her fingers, and eventually, she stops crying. To comfort Olivia, Mia lays down by her side then wraps her arms around her hips to give her a strong hug. Occasionally, she'll kiss Olivia's rib cage the same way she had earlier on her clit. [[Continue.->OliviaDiaperCheckupMiaClean7]]\ <<chardetail "Olivia" "Muscle relaxant was reapplied to her so she has to continue wearing diapers.">>\ <<chardetail "Mia" "She applied muscle relaxant on Olivia so she has to continue wearing diapers.">>

"Time to put a new diaper on," you say. <<if not $odc_continue>>"You don't have to wear it tomorrow, but I think the muscle relaxant lube is still in effect, so I don't want you to soil your bed tonight."<</if>> Mia uses a wet wipe to clean the lube and juice from Olivia's vulva, then applies some baby powder. Although its fragrance fills the room, there's still a hint of Olivia's mess in the air. Soon, Olivia's vulva looks like it's covered in powdered sugar, except around the rim of her vagina, where some fresh juice seeps out. Holding up the clean diaper, Mia inspects it and smiles. She assures Olivia it's kind of cute, and you say her skirt will hide most of it, though that's probably not true. When Olivia lifts her bottom to help Mia put it on, you shower Olivia with lots of praise for helping. Olivia gives you a sour look, but she can barely keep her eyes open so she doesn't talk back. <<if $odc_continue>>\ "Now remember," you say. "If you piddle or poo, you tell Mia to change you, OK? Even if it's in the middle of class. Mia, you can tell a teacher you have my permission to leave to help Olivia at any time, understand? Actually, you can change her in class, if you want. That'd be fine, too." Mia nods, then asks,<<else>>Mia asks,<</if>> "Can I stay here until she falls asleep?" <<if not $olivia_likes_mia>> "Oh," you say. "You feel comfortable being alone with her?" "Uh-huh, you don't mind, right Olivia?" Olivia shuts her glistening eyes and shrugs.<</if>> You smile then say, "I think that's a great idea then. Have fun, you two." As you pack up your box of things, you see Mia kissing the side of Olivia's waist again, but this time, she also massages Olivia's belly with her hand. By the time you're leaving, her fingertips have slipped under the top of the crinkly diaper and seem just shy of grazing her vulva. [[Office]]\ <<nobr>> <<run setup.removeCameraScene("OliviaBullies")>> <<run setup.removeCameraScene("OliviaMiaUrethraPlay")>> <<run setup.removeCameraScene("OliviaPantsing")>> <<run setup.removeCameraScene("OliviaStealsClothes")>> <<if not $olivia_likes_mia>> <<set $olivia_likes_mia to true>> <<chardetail "Mia" "Olivia is now subservient to her.">> <<chardetail "Olivia" "She is now subservient to Mia.">> <</if>> <</nobr>>

<<set $odc_feed_scat to true>>\ Olivia's scat festers in her diaper. Without saying anything, you reach into the cardboard box and pull out a miniature spoon. If you're to feed Olivia some scat, there's a few things to be considered. With the o-ring gag in place, she's unable to swallow, and you don't want her to choke. It might be best to 'feed' her a soft part of her feces, because it might liquefy when it mixes with her saliva and then there's a chance for it to slip down her esophagus. Unfortunately, the turd is firm throughout. At least, it appears to be. You use the spoon to slice it into smaller pieces, in the hopes that it may have a soft center somewhere. The rotten smell permeates the air and you have to pause for a moment so you don't vomit. It's not so much the terrible smell that gets to you, there's also this unwholesome hint of sweetness to the scent that is completely out of place. <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>\ When Mia understands what you're doing, she grabs your shoulder with both hands and shakes you back and forth. "Don't do this. Please!"\ <<else>>\ Mia smirks. "Oh god, she's really not going to like that."\ <</if>> Olivia strains to look at what's happening, and when she sees a spoon in her diaper she panics. As you break the dung into smaller chunks, you scan for a soft center, but most of it is fibrous and dry. On your quest for something wet, you find some corn skins and something firm that might be a peanut, but you're not sure. <<if $fp_spit>>Having broken up every bit of it, you realize none of it is soft, so you move a small chunk to the corner of the diaper, spit on it, and smear it into a thick paste. When you spit into it a second time, it becomes the loose consistency you were hoping to find inside the log. "I hope you don't mind eating a little spit," you say with a grin.<<else>>Eventually, you find a soft piece. <</if>> Olivia does what she can to free herself from her bondage, including turning her face away from you because it's the only freedom of movement she has to avoid being fed. "Open wide, now. We don't want to make a mess." <<if $olivia_likes_mia>> Before you can continue, Mia grabs your shoulder and says, "Wait! You said I could protect her." When she sees you're about to ignore her, she says, "What if... I- I could take her place! I'll eat it and then she doesn't have to, right?" It's an interesting proposal. Although Olivia's face is turned away, she stops resisting and her bulging eyes watch to see what you'll say next. One thing's for sure. Olivia probably won't be able to keep the scat down for long. [[Let Mia eat the scat.->OliviaDiaperCheckupScatFeedingMia]] [[No deal. You feed it to Olivia.->OliviaDiaperCheckupScatFeeding2]]\ <<else>> One thing's for sure. Olivia probably won't be able to keep the scat down for long. [[Continue.->OliviaDiaperCheckupScatFeeding2]] <</if>> [[On second thought, let's not do this.->OliviaDiaperCheckupChoices]]

You turn your body to face Mia and say, "OK, deal." There's an immediate look of relief on her face until she realizes what she just signed up for. She frowns, and for a moment you think she's going to back out of the proposal, but then she purses her lips, closes her eyes, and opens her mouth. Her head is slightly bowed, so you use the fingertips of your free hand to raise her chin as you say, "Ahh." To savor the moment, you circle the spoon under Mia's nose and when the scent wafts into her nostrils, she immediately retches and pushes your hand away. "Come on now," you tease. "Do it for Olivia." Once Mia gets over her coughing fit, she closes her eyes and opens her mouth again. You say, "Here, I'll hold it under your nose until you get used to it. You just tell me when." Out of reflex, Mia jerks her head back, curls her lip, then puts her face back where it had been. Her throat muscles strain and become veiny as she gags again, but she doesn't pull away this time. After a hard swallow, she breathes rapidly, then says, "Ready." You angle the spoon down as you dip it into her mouth, then rotate it on its side and touch the filthy contents to her tongue. She coughs, and a spray shoots out of her mouth, some of it tinted brown. Thankfully, she turned her head when she did it so none of it got on you. She opens her mouth to say, "Oh, god," and you see most of the scat is still on the spoon. Again, you use your fingertips to raise her chin, but this time you're doing it to get her to close her mouth. She wraps her lips tightly around the spoon, hiding your view of its disgusting contents, and you find something compelling about the situation: The part of the spoon you can see is clean, as is her face and every other part of her body, but at this moment, hidden from view, something filthy is happening behind those lips. Without opening her mouth, she coughs and her eyes bug out. You say, "Lick the spoon, now," and Mia's jaw muscles pulsate. She opens her mouth and you see most of the scat is off the utensil, but you flip it upside down and scrape it clean against the tip of her tongue. Holding her chin in place, you peer into her mouth and see a clump of sludge sitting toward the back, a little off center. It's such a small lump, but it's extremely pungent. Whenever she breathes from her mouth, you can't help but lean back to avoid the smell. "Whenever you're ready, dear," you say. Mia's nostrils flare, and a tear rolls down her face, but she doesn't appear to be crying. The smell is just too intense. Her breathing accelerates as she psyches herself up, and right before she swallows, she closes her eyes. Immediately, she heaves. You see the whole clump on her tongue as she lifts her palms up. Another tear rolls down her eye following the same path as before, and she lets out a disgusting belch that you mistake for the sound of vomit coming up. Her tongue quivers as it hangs out of her mouth, and a thick string of dirty drool plops to her thigh. She made no progress in that attempt and it seems to have traumatized her, but Mia's always been a trooper. Not long the failure, she's ready to try again. Once again, she psyches herself up, but this time she pinches her nose closed. You're kind of excited to see if this new technique works. When she swallows, it's so strenuous you can actually hear her throat bob up and down. Her face contorts as she lifts her chin up then sticks her tongue out of her mouth in a loop shape. As she gags, it's like you're hearing the contents of her stomach gurgle, but she keeps everything down. She did it. The disgusting lump on her tongue is gone and what remains is a brown stain. Even though you trust Mia, you have her lift her tongue to check that she didn't cheat by hiding it somewhere in her mouth. As she recovers, she pants like she's been exercising and complains while sniffling, about how she can still smell it in her nose. Placing your hand on her shoulder, you tell her how amazing she did. [[A promise is a promise.->OliviaDiaperCheckupChoices]] [[You want to see how Olivia will handle eating scat.->OliviaDiaperCheckupScatFeeding2]]\ <<chardetail "Mia" "You fed her some of Olivia's scat.">>

You grab Olivia's chin to hold her face straight<<if $olivia_likes_mia>> and Mia cries, "No!"<<else>>.<</if>> Olivia seems to have a full on panic attack as you move the spoon closer to its destination. She jerks her hips and flails her legs, but the restraints hold her right where she is. When she smells the spoon, Olivia's tongue pokes out of the o-ring gag in a loop shape. As she almost vomits, she tilts her head back, lifting her chin high into the air, and you take advantage of the opportunity by flipping the spoon upside down and clinking it against the metal ring holding her jaw open. You see the wet scoop of filth drop into her mouth, though you can't see where it landed. Olivia gags even harder than the first time. Like a toilet backing up, liquid rises in the back of her throat. It's the color of chicken soup, but much more viscous, like someone's been hocking loogies into it for a while. The vomit rises until it spills out of the corners of Olivia's mouth, behind her ears, and onto the bed. <<img "olivia_diaper_vomit.png">> Since you weren't expecting her to vomit so quickly, it catches you by surprise. With you holding her head upright and the gag preventing her from closing her mouth, the vomit sits in her throat like a puddle. Olivia's eyes bolt open and she chokes so you push her face sideways against the mattress. The puddle spills out of her and she inhales deeply. "There we go," you say. "That's right, get it all out." Olivia uses her tongue to push chunks of vomit past the gag and onto the bed. Her blond hair has become matted and wet and the whole room smells of bile. Once Olivia's panic subsides, she begins to sob. You and Mia do your best to comfort her and you promise it's all over and she did very good. Many minutes pass before you attempt to clean up the mess. You also promise her to buy her a fresh mattress as soon as possible, and you mean it, too. With this ordeal finally over, Olivia looks exhausted. Without untying her, you clean her hair and face as best you can with paper towels and wet wipes, then remove the sheets so she's laying on something relatively dry. It feels like an hour passes before she adjusts to the shock of what just happened. [[Continue.->OliviaDiaperCheckupChoices]]\ <<chardetail "Olivia" "You fed her some of her scat out of a diaper, but she vomited it out almost immediately.">>

<<set $week to 5>>AB really likes what transpired during that last week and has decided to give you a huge bonus on the condition that you start a biochemistry class with the teacher of their choosing. Her name is Mrs. Curie and she was recently fired from her job for testing chemicals on humans in unethical ways. As a result, AB feels she's a perfect fit for this position. You've researched Mrs. Curie a bit on your own and are a little skeptical of what you read in her papers. They border on science fiction. Chemicals that can affect a person's libido? Artificial hormones to change people's bodies? Most of it doesn't seem possible. [[Continue->UnlockBioChem2]]<<nobr>> <<if $fp_scat>> <<run $cameraPassagePool.push("MiaToiletScat")>> <</if>> <<charadd "Mrs. Curie">> <</nobr>>

The next week you give Mrs. Curie a tour of the school and some of AB's assistants set up her lab. Unlike Ms. Tink, she has never worked with AB before, though she knows of their existence. That's a little disappointing as you were hoping to pry a little about AB's background. She seems to settle into her daily routine quickly, but she's obsessed with her work. Rather than teach, she requests some initial alone time where she can put her head down and research without the students distracting from her work. You're a little hesitant, but she assures you she was on the cusp of something very creative before she got fired, something you'd be very interested in. You decide to give her a chance to see what she'll come up with. [[Office->UnlockBioChem3]]

A week passes. You're looking over some spreadsheets when you hear a knock on the door. "Come in," you call. In walks Mrs. Curie. She's wearing a pristine lab coat and some protective goggles on the top of her head. She sits down across from your desk and looks pleased with herself. "Looks like you have some good news?" you say. "I do! The good news is that I think I can come up with a compound that can induce lactation. As you know, lactation can be induced by lowering a progesterone and estrogen while increasing prolactin levels." "Uhh," you say, "actually, I didn't know that." Her smile momentarily turns to a frown. "Oh. Anyway, I've found a completely different compound that can induce lactation. You're probably wondering why we wouldn't just use the hormone therapy that already works, right?" "Uh..." She interrupts before you can answer. "Well the thing is, this new compound - I call it Novae Nubhim - is much more effective. It will produce much more breast milk and it will produce it sooner than hormone therapy." She steeples her fingers and taps them together. "Well? What do you think?" <<if $fp_lactation>>[[This is intriguing. You ask her to tell you more.->HucowIntro]] <</if>>\ [[Lactation? You're not really into that. Pass.->UnlockBioChem4]]

<<set $finished_hucow_transformation to false>>\ <<set $hucow to true>>\ <<set $visit_hucow_scene_in_x_office_visits to 1>>\ Before you can even reply, Mrs. Ball bursts into your office dragging Jessie by her ear. She lowers her hand, forcing Jessie to kneel on the floor. Jessie says, "Ow, ow, ow," as she's yanked to the ground. "Shut up," Mrs. Ball yells. She turns to you and says, "Principal $name. Jessie has had another uniform violation and refused to take her punishment. I demand that something be done about her insolence." "Excuse me," you say with an authoritative tone. "Can't you see I'm in a meeting?" Mrs. Ball squints and looks down to Mrs. Curie. She hadn't even noticed she was in the room. "Oh," Mrs. Ball replies. "S-sorry..." She blushes a bit and you think you can make out a smirk on Jessie's face. Mrs. Ball grunts and squeezes her ear harder, making her hiss through her teeth. "I'll just wait outside your room I guess." Mrs. Curie holds up her hand and says, "If I may, what punishment were you going to dole out?" Mrs. Ball turns around, swinging Jessie with her. "I was going to make her wear a nipple clamp until tomorrow's class." Mrs. Curie asks Jessie, "Stupid question: Why did you refuse the punishment?" Jessie looks side to side and shrugs with furrowed eyebrows. "Uh... because it would hurt?" "Of course!" Mrs. Curie says. "And nobody likes to be punished, but if you had to be, you don't want it to hurt, right?" "What are you getting at," Mrs. Ball asks. Mrs. Curie reaches into her lab coat and pulls out a bottle of pills. She looks up at it and shakes, causing them to rattle. "This is an alternative form of punishment. I think it is - forgive the pun - an easier pill to swallow." There's a pause in the room until Jessie asks, "What does it do?" Mrs. Curie smiles. "Part of the punishment is for you to figure that out on your own. But I assure you it's a lot less painful than wearing a nipple clamp for 24 hours. What do you say?" Mrs. Ball barks, "It's not up to her!" Jessie is the bustiest girl in school and you are a little curious how her breasts would look when engorged with milk. You ask her again, "What do you say, Jessie?" "It won't cause permanent damage?" Mrs. Curie says, "You may ache a little bit, but there won't be permanent damage." Jessie looks Mrs. Curie up and down as if to judge her character. You chime in, "It's the pills or the clamp. I'll let you decide." "Nothing permanent?" Jessie asks Mrs. Curie. "No permanent damage, I promise." [[Continue->HucowIntro2]]<<chardetail "Jessie" "She's taking Mrs. Curie's lactation pills every night.">>

You do your best to smile as you say, "That sounds wonderful, Mrs. Curie, but I think it would be in the student's best interest if we were to avoid experimenting on them with this drug." Mrs. Curie pauses with her mouth open then looks down at the floor. "I'm sorry, I thought you would appreciate my work." You walk to her side and place a hand on her shoulder. "I do appreciate it! I really do. It's just not the right fit for our school. But, I don't want this to dissuade you. I encourage you to come up with creative ideas, just like that one. Only... different." She looks up at you and purses her lips then says, "I feel foolish working on this in secret for so long. I should have told you earlier because I wasted a lot of time and your money." "No, no, no," you say. "Don't feel that way. I love surprises, too. It comes with the risk that I may reject your idea, but I don't want that to stop you from experimenting." She puts her hand on yours and exhales loudly then nods. "OK, I'll think of something else." She stands up and walks out the door, a little less excited than when she entered. Before it closes you yell, "Remember! Don't let this discourage you. It was a creative idea, just not a perfect fit." [[Office]]<<chardetail "Mrs. Curie" "You did not experiment with her lactation pill.">>

"OK," Jessie says, "I'll take the pills." "Wonderful," Mrs. Curie says as she clasps her hands together. She opens the pill bottle and hands one to Jessie then grabs a carafe of water on your desk and pours her a glass. "Now remember, you have to take one every day. Come to my class after school so I can watch you do it and document your progress." "Actually," you interrupt, "I'd like Jessie to stop by my office after class instead." You hold out your hand and Mrs. Curie hands you the bottle. Her smile returning to neutral tells you she's not happy with what you said. Jessie swallows the pill and asks, "For how long?" "Until I've determined your punishment has been doled out," you say. You turn to Mrs. Curie. "Don't worry. I'll do a good job documenting her progress." That ominous phrasing makes Jessie frown. Mrs. Curie stands up and lifts Jessie's chin. "Stick out your tongue so we can be sure you swallowed." Once Mrs. Curie is satisfied, you notice her stare at Jessie's large chest. She smiles, looks up, and says, "Remember, take 1 pill every day." Mrs. Ball says, "Now if you don't mind, I've left the rest of my students alone and they're probably up to no good." You nod and Mrs. Ball drags Jessie out of the room by her ear. "Was that the lactation pill," you ask. "Yes, it was 5 mg of Novae Nubhim. Truth be told, I may have made some promises I can't keep. I've only tested it on animals and they can't really tell me if it hurts." You open your mouth in shock but she interrupts, "Don't worry, we can stop at any time." "Remind me why you left your previous job again," you ask sarcastically. "Because I found my dream job here," she says with a smile. Then she looks at the top of her wrist and says, "I must be going." Weird thing is she isn't wearing a watch. She walks to the door and says, "Ta-ta" before closing it behind her. You shake your head. Hopefully Mrs. Curie knows what she's doing, but she hasn't instilled you with confidence. [[Office]]\ <<chardetail "Mrs. Curie" "She gave you lactation pills (Novae Nubhim) to give to Jessie each night.">>

You're watching the school cameras when you notice Bailey and Mrs. Ball enter the nurse's office. It seems strange, so you decide to walk over there to see what's going on. When you open the door, you see Bailey on her back with her legs lifted in metal stirrups, the kind they use at a gynecological office. Bailey still has her chastity device on, the one that encases her penis in uncomfortable spikes and a miniature speculum that holds her pee hole open. "What's going on here?" you ask. Mrs. Ball and Nurse Neadle are both wearing medical scrubs and masks on their face. "Oh, just a sadistic little game, "Nurse Neadle says. "Mrs. Ball's been acting as my assistant nurse for a couple of days." "What kind of game?" you ask. "It's a cat-and-mouse game," Mrs. Ball says. You furrow your brow, unsatisfied with the answer. Nurse Neadle explains as she points at Bailey. "This one is quite fond of pain. We give her what she wants, but in the name of Holy Week, it doesn't feel right to let her orgasm from the torture. So every day this week we've been torturing her without letting her 'finish.' Mrs. Ball and I both enjoy a good challenge, so to make it a fair fight, we are committed to preventing an orgasm by increasing the pain instead of delaying stimulation, as in traditional edging. This one is so masochistic we've had a near-miss almost every session, and she's so pent up at this point, we really have to come up with some creative ideas." Mrs. Ball lifts Bailey's scrotum and massages a tender testicle, eliciting a groan of pain from Bailey, but the patient doesn't lift her head. "She's got a real case of the blue balls." You can tell Mrs. Ball is smiling behind the mask. "Today we were planning on using needles and syringes. Oh and we sometimes incorporate her pee hole, too." "Care to join us?" Nurse Neadle asks. [[Needles? That doesn't sound pleasant. You decide to go back to your office.|Office]] [[You decide to stay and see what all the fun is about.->AnEarnedOrgasm2]] \ <<chardetail "Nurse Neadle" "In her office, she tortured Bailey's testicles with Mrs. Ball.">> \ <<chardetail "Mrs. Ball" "In Nurse Neadle's office, she tortured Bailey's testicles. Ball.">> \ <<chardetail "Bailey" "Her testicles were tortured by Mrs. Ball and Nurse Neadle.">>

Once you decide to stay, Nurse Neadle and Mrs. Ball go about their business as if you're not even there.The efficiency with which they prep the patient is impressive and it almost looks like a coordinated dance. Mrs. Ball ties up each of Bailey's testicles with some twine, isolating them like swollen ping pong balls. At the same time, Nurse Neadle cuffs each of Bailey's limbs to the table she's laying on and fastens a belt around Bailey's torso and neck so she can't hurt herself. Mrs. Ball takes each piece of twine and attaches it to hooks hanging from the ceiling, lifting each testicle up and slightly away from each other, and pulling the scrotum taut. She lubes up an inflatable butt plug with a strange-looking white paste and inserts it into the patient while the nurse attaches some stickers to Bailey's chest to monitor her heart rate. A machine behind her starts beeping. "You're monitoring her heart?" you ask. "Is she in any danger?" "Oh no," the nurse replies with a chuckle. "This is part of the game. It helps us monitor when Bailey is close to an orgasm so we can react accordingly. The little sneak kept on trying to cum without giving us any indication, so we no longer trust her in those regards. Of course this method isn't foolproof, but it gives us an edge." The nurse looks about the room and says, "Now where is that thing? Ah, there it is!" She picks up a canister of canned air. There's a thin red straw attached to it. She presses the top of the can and some cold air sprays out of the straw. "It's still got some air in it, that's good." "What's that for?" you ask. Behind their masks, the Nurse Neadle and Mrs. Ball grin at each other without replying. [[Continue.->AnEarnedOrgasm3]]

"Lube the shaft?" Mrs. Ball asks Nurse Neadle. "Ah! I knew I forgot something." The nurse takes out a Q-tip from her drawer, grabs the lubrication from Mrs. Ball, and squirts some of it onto the Q-tip. She then takes this Q-tip and gently slides it down Bailey's urethra, coating the sensitive inner walls with a healthy smear. The lube is in an aluminum tube, and its solid white color strikes you as odd. "What is that stuff?" You ask. Nurse Neadle shrugs and says: "Concentrated peppermint extract and something else that burns. I don't know. Mrs. Ball got it from Mrs. Curie. Whatever it is, I can tell you it's very unpleasant. That's the main reason we're both wearing gloves. We don't want to get any of the stuff on our skin." Since the urethra is held open with a miniature speculum, the poor penis has no choice but to swallow its medicine. Once the Q-tip is removed, the nurse applies another dab to it and repeats the process, making sure the urethra is thoroughly coated. Bailey's toes curl and straighten in a rhythmic pattern. As the burning sensations increase, she groans and wiggles her hips. Her anus sucks on the butt plug like a pacifier, perhaps in an effort to dislodge it, but Mrs. Ball inflated it enough to where that seems impossible. The nurse clasps her hands together and faces Mrs. Ball. "Well then, do you want the left one or the right one?" Mrs. Ball says, "I'll take the right one like I did yesterday." "Very well." The two of them pull up stools on either side of Bailey's thighs to have better access to her testicles. Nurse Neadle picks up a miniature vice and fastens it around the left testicle, screwing it's so tight that the testicle's shape changes with indents on both sides. Mrs. Ball picks up a plastic envelope full of needles and the nurse grabs a tiny syringe full of what appears to be saline. After coating each testicle with alcohol, the two nurses get to work. [[Continue.->AnEarnedOrgasm4]]

Mrs. Ball slowly pushes a needle against her testicle but without enough force for it to break skin. The nurse, on the other hand, quickly inserts her syringe into the testicle and stops after it is a few centimeters deep. The abrupt pain causes Bailey to gasp, which the two nurses immediately react to by shushing their patient. To your surprise, Mrs. Ball still hasn't broken skin. She's only applying enough pressure to make a small dimple in the testicle. Nurse Neadle, on the other hand, starts to depress the plunger of the syringe, injecting its contents into Bailey's most sensitive region. The machine beeps at an increasing rate and you notice that Bailey is growing in her chastity cage. Once the nurse has injected all of the contents of the syringe, she slowly removes the needle. A little bead of blood forms at the injection site and the nurse quickly wipes it off, grabs a new syringe, and injects her patient a second time. Nurse Neadle looks at Mrs. Ball and says, "You're a little behind, I'm already on my second needle." "Slow and steady wins the race," Mrs. Ball says without looking up. A second later, Bailey lets out a low slow groan as the skin of Mrs. Ball's testicle can no longer resist the needle. The dimple disappears as the barb slides through. But Mrs. Ball has a steady hand and the needle doesn't slide in further than the dimple that was once there. Bailey lets out a sigh of relief. You're not sure why, perhaps it hurt more to have that part of a testicle compressed then to have a needle inside it. There isn't much time to savor the relief because Nurse Neadle injects her third syringe. The nurse's testicle is getting subtly larger with each injection, with the vice deforming the ball into a peanut shape. Bailey's moans have turned into groans. You're not sure how she's able to take this pain. Since the two nurses are working independently and at their own pace, you imagine it's difficult to adapt to the sensations. Mrs. Ball's restraint is impressive. At a glacial pace, she sinks the needle in, millimeter by millimeter.This seems to cause even more discomfort to Bailey than the injections because they're so slow. There are no breaks, and the needle is always burrowing deeper. Every nerve in the testicle has an opportunity to feel the sensation. [[Continue.->AnEarnedOrgasm5]]

You totally missed the fact that Bailey's anus has been violently clenching as hard as it can due to the painful coating of medicine. It spits out the plug like it's rejecting it. A white bubbly mixture of lube runs out of her anus. After her bright red rectum disappears from your view, her anus puckers to spit out as much medicine as it can, but it's not very effective at doing so. The way her anus clenched so tight after spitting out the plug makes you wonder if the peppermint extract is the most painful part of this whole process. Her anus protrudes like it's trying to pass a dildo that isn't there. White bubbles form and pop, but the majority of the lube stays within her tender insides. Bailey strains against her restraints but there isn't much movement available to her. Without looking up, Mrs. Ball says, "Can you deal with that? As you can see I'm a little busy here." "Sure." The nurse replies. Before she gets up, she runs a gloved fingertip around the puckered anus like she's tickling it. The hole opens and closes, like it's trying to drool out the lube. Nurse Neadle grabs the plug off of the floor. Before inserting it back into Bailey, she applies an excessive amount of lubricant to it, going so far as to create a miniature whipped cream shaped coil at the tip. For the first time, Mrs. Ball looks up to give her fellow nurse to a nod of approval. Bailey groans as the tip of the plug touches her anus. She wiggles her hips to avoid the painful penetration, but she can only move an inch to either side. The nurse gently shushes Bailey and starts humming what sounds like a lullaby as she aims the plug toward the hole. The only way Bailey can resist is to clench her already loose anus to prevent the plug from entering. But this only smears the tip of the lube onto the side of her butt cheek. Before a second attempt is made to insert the plug, the nurse scoops up the glob of lube on Bailey's anus with her gloved index finger and pushes it through hole. Once her finger is inside Bailey, the nurse curls it and smears the lube all around the rectum. The anus reacts violently to this, clamping hard onto the nurse's finger and doing what it can to spit it out, but the nurse doesn't stop her task. Bailey, on the other hand, squeals in pain and her whole body clenches. She manages to lift her bottom off the seat an inch. Unfazed, the nurse continues to hum a tune like this is a mundane task for her. Once the nurse removes her finger, she quickly replaces it with the tip of the plug. It slides right in, making you think that Bailey hadn't expected it. With one hand holding the plug in place, Nurse Neadle starts pumping it up. After about 10 pumps, Bailey screams, but without skipping a beat, the nurse pumps it five more times. Nurse Neadle sighs then smiles. "Whoo! Now where was I?" She looks at her tray and picks up another syringe before sitting down at her stool. Bailey's anus repeatedly clenches around the plug in an attempt to expel it, but it's so large she's unable to do so. [[Continue.->AnEarnedOrgasm6]]

Ever since the plug was inserted, Bailey's been screaming. Mrs. Ball looks up and says, "Can you shut her up? That's very distracting." It's amazing that Mrs. Ball hasn't paused since she started. Somehow, she kept her hands on Bailey's testicle even when she was thrashing around. Nurse Neadle sighs as she stands up and places the syringe back on the tray. She grabs a leather gag and makes Bailey put it on. The gag covers Bailey's mouth and chin similar to the way a nurse's mask would, so now she can only breathe out her nose. "There we go!" Mrs. Ball says as the tip of the needle makes its appearance on the other side of the scrotum. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" She leans back to admire her work for a few seconds. Nurse Neadle rushes over to look at Mrs. Ball's handiwork. "Ooh, that's very lovely." She flicks the back of the needle a few times to test how sensitive it is for Bailey. "Very lovely." Bailey is still trying to push her plug out. On each attempt, her anus sticks out like a small hill. The stem of the plug is entirely visible and some of the base can be seen behind the hole. After a second or two of this, Bailey's strength fails, and the hill flattens, swallowing the stem with it. The heart rate monitor's beeps gradually get faster and faster as the two nurses continue to work. As Nurse Neadle is in the middle of her sixth injection and Mrs. Ball is on her second needle, the rate of the beeps can't be ignored. Somehow, Bailey is finding pleasure in all of this. You see her penis throbbing against the spikes in her cage. "Hmm, the heart monitor... She thinks she's clever, huh?" Mrs. Ball says. "Don't worry, don't worry," the nurse replies as she gets up. "I'll calm her down." Without any sense of urgency, Nurse Neadle imitates a British accent and says, "Oh dear, no we mustn't do that. No, that won't do at all." She stands up, grabs the canned air, and points the red straw down at Bailey's chastity cage, an inch above her urethra. A 3-second squirt of air is all it takes. Bailey's entire body clenches for a moment and you hear a bloodcurdling scream from behind her mask. The machine's beeps spike, then start to slow. The brisk air coming out of the can must have given Bailey a chill that distracted her from any pleasure. The nurse sits back down like she's done this many times in the past. Only a couple minutes pass before the nurse has to get up to do this again. It's hard to imagine what it would feel like to have chilled air squirt down your urethra, but it's enough to stave off a masochist. Nurse Neadle says, "I think that is the last of the air." Mrs. Ball doesn't seem concerned. "If she has it in her heart to have an orgasm from all of this, she's earned it. But that doesn't mean I'm going to go easy on her. Probably time to use that candle." [[Continue.->AnEarnedOrgasm7]]

The nurse nods, opens a drawer, and picks up and lights a candle. She holds it a couple of feet under the plug, waits for the plug to protrude when Bailey attempts to push it out, then lifts the flame an inch away from the bottom of her anus. This causes Bailey to squeal and suck the plug back in. "Ooh, my! How charming!" The nurse says to herself in a British accent again. "Good show! Let's have another, shall we?" She grabs the back of the plug and pulls it out a bit so the anus is forced to protrude. Now the nurse can wave the flame under the anus without worrying about damaging the plug. As the flame dances, so does Bailey's anus. It twitches to protect itself and to prevent the flame from lingering on one spot for too long. The nurse mocks this by making little kissy noises like Bailey's pain is somehow endearing. When Bailey lifts her bottom to protect herself, the nurse lifts the candle with it. Although this is a purely sadistic act, you can tell the point isn't to cause damage, just to cause pain. When the candle is about to drip, the nurse lifts it up and lets it drip over the top of the anus before going back to heating it from underneath. The pain causes Bailey's toes to curl and her body to move against the restraints in a spastic manner. After about 30 seconds of this, the heart rate monitor beeps speed up again. "This may be it." Mrs. Ball says. "Make it count." For the first time, the two of them work with urgency. The nurse yanks on the plug by another inch, exposing even more anus. She then raises the candle so that the tip of the flame is nearly making contact with the anus, but she waves it all around so it never sits on one spot. At the same time, Mrs. Ball starts plunging needles into each testicle at an incredible rate. None of them seem to go all the way through, but Bailey reacts to each one like it gives her a little shock. Her toes and fingers straighten as she lifts her hips off the table. Soon, Mrs. Ball runs out of real estate on her testicle and switches over to stabbing needles into Nurse Neadle's testicle. Semen doesn't so much shoot out of Bailey's penis as much as dribble out. The sperm coats the side of her penis as it flows down. At this point, the testicles look like pincushions. Once she notices that Bailey is cumming, Nurse Neadle yells encouraging words like, "Good job!" and, "Bravo!" but she continues to hold the flame up. Mrs. Ball has run out of needles, so she deflates the plug and yanks it out of Bailey's rectum. This confuses Nurse Neadle, but Mrs. Ball doesn't have enough time to explain; the orgasm won't last for much longer. She grabs the lit candle out of the nurse's hand and shoves it up Bailey's ass. Bailey screams as every muscle in her body clenches, especially her anus. Ideally, the flame went out as soon as it was inserted, but you're not sure. Suddenly, her whole body slumps and relaxes. Mrs. Ball thrusts the candle back and forth like a dildo, but Bailey is nonreactive. Shortly after, the flow of semen subsides. Even Mrs. Ball can't help from patting Bailey's thigh, as if to say good job. They leave the needles and candle where it is and ungag her. The first thing Bailey does is sigh. The two nurses look down at her like she just woke up from an operation. She has to catch her breath before she can say anything. A smile appears on her face like she just woke up from a wonderful dream. "Since I had an orgasm, am I allowed to come back tomorrow?" she asks. "Yes dear," the nurse says. "But I think that was the last of your ideas. Would you be able to come up with some new ones?" Bailey slumps back on the table. She smiles as she closes her eyes, and nods. [[Office]] \ <<chardetail "Bailey" "She had an orgasm when Mrs. Ball and Nurse Neadle tortured her testicles with needles.">>

You watch the dorm room cameras at night and see Olivia and her posse walking through the halls, obviously up to no good. Whenever the group passes by another student, they go white then look relieved that Olivia's not trying to talk to them. The way the group storms through the halls makes it obvious they have a specific destination in mind. Olivia knocks on a door and says, "You'll see. It's gross," to one of the members in her group. Another girl replies, "No way. There's no way..." You hear a timid, "Yes?" on the other side of the door. The group of 4 enter and slam the door behind them. You quickly scan the grid of cameras to find the room they just entered. It's Bailey's, the new trans girl transfer student with dark hair and an emo look to her and she's sitting on her bed with a biology book on her lap. When she sees the sneers on the students' faces she hunches over and puts her hands on her knees. She looks up at Olivia and says, "Did I do something wrong, ma'am?" One of the girls in the group laughs as she mocks Bailey. "Ma'am? Is she like, 50?" Olivia sits down on the bed next to Bailey, wraps her arm around her, smiles, and says, "Well that all depends on what you do next, Bailey. You see, I made a bet with my friends here. A bet I really don't want to lose." Bailey swallow hard then says, "A bet, ma'am?" Olivia slowly nods and shows her teeth as she smiles. One of the students in the group laughs as she watches Bailey squirm then whispers to another girl. Olivia stares at Bailey without elaborating, until Bailey asks, "What bet, ma'am?" Olivia mocks, "I was beginning to wonder if you'd ever ask." She picks the book off of Bailey's lap and carelessly throws it on the floor. "I bet my 3 friends that you're, shall we say... fucked up in the head?" Bailey turns pale and eyes the exit. Olivia stands up in front of Bailey and looks directly down at her, trying to make eye contact. Bailey doesn't meet her gaze. "That's a good way to describe you, right?" Bailey opens her mouth like she's going to reply, but doesn't. Instead she just whimpers and shrugs. Then she whispers, "I'm not sure what you mean, ma'am." Olivia kneels down between Bailey's legs and looks up into her eyes. She lowers the pitch of her voice and says, "When you're not honest like that, it makes me look like a liar in front of my friends." She makes a fist and shows Bailey her knuckles. "You see, my friends weren't in that bio class so they don't believe me, but you and I know that if I were to punch you right between your legs, you'd -" Bailey jumps up and looks like she's going to make a break for it. But Olivia immediately pushes on her shoulder and she sits back down. The other students laugh as they back up and lean on the door to make sure Bailey can't open it if she tries that again. One of the girls says to Olivia, "See?! I knew you were lying. Nobody could like that." Olivia scowls at her friend, then says, "Bailey, I'm disappointed and frankly, a little insulted. You enjoyed it so much in bio, and now you're making me look bad in front of my friends." Bailey breathes loud, short breaths as she says, "There were teachers. Teachers protecting me." Olivia smiles, puts her finger up to her face, and shushes Bailey. She points to the floor and says, "On all fours." Bailey looks down and away from Olivia. "Now!" [[Olivia's had her fun but now, fun's over. You'll break the group up and lock everyone in their own rooms, ending their reign of terror.->Office]] [[Bailey doesn't seem to be in any serious danger yet and you can always break it up later if she needs help. You continue to watch.->BaileyCbt2]]<<chardetail "Olivia" "Olivia and her gang went to Bailey's room to satisfy a bet that Bailey enjoys pain.">>

Olivia grabs Bailey by her hair and Bailey squeals as she grabs on to Olivia's hands. After throwing Bailey to the floor, Olivia rolls her eyes. "I know you like it." She shoves her face into the carpet again and says, "Stay there," then she stands behind her and taps on her inner thighs with her foot to get her to spread her knees. With a sarcastic tone, she says, "Try not to cum too fast." Olivia lifts her leg and lightly taps her ankle on Bailey's clothed crotch. Bailey whimpers and Olivia says, "I bet you can't wait for this shit." She looks at the group and asks, "How does she look?" From their position they can see Bailey's face but Olivia can't. One of the girls laughs and says, "Terrified. Why don't you just admit you lost the bet?" Olivia snaps at her friend. "Fuck you!" She digs her nails into her palm, lifts her leg back, and kicks Bailey square in her crotch. Bailey's lower body is temporarily lifted from the force and when her knees land on the floor she grunts and grabs her lower abdomen and starts rubbing it. Her friends gasp then start laughing. One of them says, "Oh my god, you're such a bitch." Olivia grins and says, "I know." She kicks Bailey again, a little harder this time. Bailey gasps and falls on her side, groaning and grabbing her stomach. "Get up. Get up or I'll kick even harder." Bailey obeys and as soon as she does, she gets kicked again. It flattens Bailey out on her stomach. She reaches behind herself and starts rubbing her crotch to tend to the pain. Olivia taps her foot on Bailey's hand and says, "Don't touch yourself down there you idiot. You'll throw the results of the bet into question. Get up. I'll check the 'damage'." Olivia kneels down as Bailey gets back on all fours, then she lifts Bailey's skirt up and she pulls Bailey's underwear to the side. She smiles, looks at her friends, and says, "Come here and see for yourself." The first one to walk over covers her face with both hands and turns her back to Bailey. It stops the other two dead in their tracks. "What's wrong?" The frightened one lowers her hands and says, "She has a cock." The other two yell, "What?" They rush to see for themselves. One of them yells, "Oh my god!" The other says to Olivia, "You... you didn't think this was worth mentioning until now?" Olivia growls, "Who give a shit!" Then she smiles and says, "Look, I won the bet." She uses the tip of her finger to lower Bailey's penis into view but then she frowns and says, "Wait... it was hard just a second ago. I swear." The prudish girl who saw Bailey's penis first says, "Fuck your bet," as she glances at Bailey then turns away. Olivia throws her hands up and says, "That's just what someone would say if they knew they were going to lose." Without looking, the prude says, "She's not hard. You lost." Just when Olivia's about to snap, a different girl changes the topic by asking, "Can I touch it?" Olivia raises her eyebrows and says, "What? No." "Why not? You got to touch it." "Yeah," another girl says with some irritation. She lifts her chin and asks Bailey directly. "Can I touch it? I'll be gentle, not like Olivia." Olivia grunts, "I told you, she doesn't like gentle." The tattooed girl sneers and says, "Still trying to win that bet, I see. All we really learned is she doesn't like you. But that's always a safe assumption around here." Olivia rolls her eyes and flips off her friend. The prude says, "I can't believe you two. You're acting like whores." One of them replies by yelling, "Fuck off, prude. I haven't seen a cock in like 2 years." She walks to Bailey and kneels by her face and says, "Can I touch it? I promise I'll make you feel good." Bailey closes her eyes without replying. It looks like tears are forming at the corners. Olivia pinches the top of her nose, closes her eyes, and says, "I don't know why you're asking Bailey. It's not up to her." She lowers her hand and sighs. "Look," she says then wraps her hand around the base of Bailey's scrotum, making her testicles pop out. Without any slack, the testicles are veiny and vulnerable. She says, "Just let me hit her balls for like 2 minutes and she'll get hard. I know it. And if she doesn't, then... uh, I guess you two can touch her for as long as you want. Deal?" The two girls look at each other and smile. One of them nods and the other says, "Deal." [[Continue.->BaileyCbt3]]<<chardetail "Bailey" "She got aroused by Olivia and her gang causing her physical pain.">>

Olivia starts rapping her hand against Bailey's testicles, lightly at first, then gradually smacking harder. The skin pinkens the longer it takes abuse and eventually Bailey doesn't seem to be able to take it anymore. She groans and moves her hips side to side, but with Olivia securely holding on to the base, her movements do nothing to protect herself. The prude squints and says, "She doesn't like it." Olivia clenches her jaw as she says, "Just give it a minute." She opens her palm and starts spanking them with the same amount of force as she was punching, then she slows her rate and increases the force. Bailey tries to lay flat, but Olivia's grip prevents her from moving. Each smack makes her grunt louder and louder. One of the girls' eyes grow wide. She points at Bailey and says, "Holy shit!" Olivia looks at what the girl is pointing at then thrusts her chest out and smiles. "Didn't I tell you?" Olivia uses a fingertip on her free hand to point Bailey's penis straight down so everyone can see she's become fully erect. "God damn it," another girl says. "Now we have to do your chores for a week." Olivia lets go of the testicles then says, "Not to mention apologize for calling me a liar." The end of the scrotum looks bright red from all the abuse. The horniest girl leans forward and squints. She looks at Olivia then at Bailey before asking, "Can I feel it?" She's not sure which one she should ask. Olivia laughs and crosses her arms. "Only if you do my chores for two weeks." "Fucking bitch," the horniest girl mutters. She bites her lower lip and says, "OK, fine." Olivia grabs Bailey by the hair and pulls her to a standing position. It makes her skirt cover her erection so Olivia points at it and says, "Take it off. Panties, too." Bailey blushes and says, "Yes, ma'am." As Bailey disrobes, Olivia remarks, "I could get used to this 'ma'am' stuff." The horniest girl's eyes glow as she leans forward, but then she frowns. "She got soft." She puts her fingers to her mouth to think then bounces as she says, "That's OK. I still wanna feel." She crawls on all fours to Bailey's penis then kneels at her feet. When she looks straight up, the view of Bailey's flaccid penis hangs inches from her lips. "Bend your knees so I can get a better look at it." She reaches up and curls each finger around the shaft, one-by-one, starting with her pinky, then her ring finger, and so on until she gets to her index. When her whole hand is wrapped around it, the girl closes her eyes and moans, "It's... it's like suede or something. I think it's the softest one I've ever felt." The prude sarcastically mutters, "Hard to believe she's the softest out of a million," but her remark is ignored. The horniest girl begins slowly stroking by only bending her wrist. She looks up into Bailey's eyes and says, "Is this chafing?" Bailey frowns and shakes her head. The girl pauses and says, "Oh god, look at the head. I love it." She lifts herself up by a few inches and gives the bottom of the head a kiss, right between the cleft. The contact makes Bailey wince a bit. Having the head on her lips seems to have put the horniest girl in some sort of frenzy. From that point forward she strokes frantically, looks up at Bailey, and says, "I want it hard." Bailey doesn't immediately react so she turns to Olivia and asks, "How do I make it hard?" "Jesus," Olivia replies. "Calm your tits, you're embarrassing yourself. Besides, I said it like a million times already..." Olivia slaps Bailey's dangling scrotum from behind. The sack flies upward until it's forced to stop from hitting the horniest girl's hand. "...she doesn't like it gentle. Watch." [[Continue.->BaileyCbt4]]

Bailey's legs shake from the sudden pain and her testicles swing like a pendulum. Olivia smacks them again before they can stop moving. As they freely swing back and forth, Olivia interlocks her fingers and stops them by holding them between her palm. Then she crushes the testicles by squeezing her hands together until her arms shake from using all her strength. Bailey groans and her legs buckle which makes the tip of her penis graze down the horniest girl's cheek. The girl ignores it and says, "Keep doing that. I feel... it's growing in my hand." She gives the bottom of the head another little kiss to reward it. You momentarily zoom in on the action and watch the shaft become more visible as it grows in her hand. "Here, let me try," the second horniest girl says. This girl stands out from the others because her whole body is covered in tattoos. The only place that's not covered is her face. She stands behind Bailey and pinches one of her nipples as hard as she can. Bailey gasps and puts her hand over the girl's, but you notice she's not trying to remove it. When she gets used to the pain, Bailey closes her eyes and places both hands on her knees. The horniest girl releases Bailey's shaft and lets the penis drop onto her face. It lands on her nose and for just a moment you see the girl's wide eyed grin then she lifts her chin and lets the shaft rest between her lips. Her lips envelop the shaft on each side then lift it, giving the spot a kiss. The girl closes her eyes and shakes her head, running her puckered lips up and down every inch of the underside. Olivia grunts and lets go of the testicles. "Man that's difficult to do." The tattooed girl starts pinching the other nipple without letting go of the first. The horniest girl says, "That's fine. Look." Her eyes grow wide as she leans in to examine Bailey's penis. The prude squints and says, "Gross," as she notices what the other girl is so enthralled by: The tip of the penis has a sparkling bead of pre-cum on it. The horniest girl says, "Oh yeah, I actually forgot it does that." She lifts the shaft to inspect it at a different angle, but the bead starts to dribble between the cleft at the underside of the head. As pre-cum drips off Bailey's head, she says, "Oops," and jerks her palm underneath the penis to catch the drop. The girl pinching the nipples stops and comes over to Bailey's front. "Let me see." She holds her hair back and takes a sniff of her friend's palm. "Weird." She looks up at Bailey and sneers. "You really are enjoying all this, aren't you, you fucking whore? I bet Olivia's dreamed of meeting someone like you all her life. It's like guilt-free bullying." Olivia laughs and says, "Yeah, she totally loves it. I bet she could cum from pain alone." The tattooed girl says, "Oh my god, that would be hilarious." "Yeah?" Olivia asks. "Wanna try? Stomp on her balls?" "Yes!" the tattooed girl replies, bouncing a bit. "Fuck yeah," the horniest girl says, simultaneously. "Kay," Olivia replies. She crawls to the textbook she threw on the floor and places it underneath Bailey then looks up and says, "Sit down and place your balls on this." Bailey looks at the prude and they both grimace. When Olivia sees that, she turns to the prude and says, "Stop being an asshole. You're making her self-conscious." The prude yells, "No I'm not! She just doesn't want to do it!" "Since when do you care what she wants," Olivia asks. "Besides, you're wrong." She wraps her hand around the base of Bailey's scrotum and pushes her thumb upward into one, leaving an imprint into it. Bailey gasps and closes her eyes. A moment later she bites her lower lip and her penis bobs, which makes Olivia smile. "Wouldn't this feel better if it was our feet doing it?" Bailey blushes then coughs. She opens her eyes to look at the prude then quickly looks away. "Yes, ma'am." The prude's mouth falls open. Olivia gives a satisfied smile and moves her thumb to crush the other testicle. Bailey moans and starts rubbing her thighs. "I thought so," Olivia says. "You're not just saying that are you? I mean, it's not like you're being coerced in any way, right?" Olivia grins as she pushes harder and twists her thumb like she's putting out a cigarette. A smile grows on the corner of Bailey's face and she says with a huff, "No, ma'am." She whispers, "I promise ma'am." The prude yells, "What the hell, Bailey? What was with the shy act when we first got here?" Olivia crushes the two testicles together in one hand then answers on Bailey's behalf. "Well, we can be pretty intimidating as a group and I heard the gangs in her school are really violent. When she first saw us, she probably thought we were going to beat her up or something. That was before she realized we were sweet, kind-hearted girls. Isn't that right?" Olivia makes a claw with her hand and digs her nails into the testicles. The pain makes Bailey gasp and put her hand on Olivia's shoulder. "Yes, ma'am." "Aww," Olivia giggles. She turns to the prude and grins. "I really like her. She's like the only one around here that gets us." The two horny girls laugh but the prude is still coming to terms with Bailey's masochistic tendencies. Olivia tugs on the scrotum and says, "Down. On the book." [[Testicle trampling? For Bailey's well-being, you decide to go to the dorms, break this up, and put everyone in their own rooms.->Office]] [[Actually, you're intrigued. Is Bailey capable of cumming from pain alone?->BaileyCbt5]]

Olivia pulls Bailey, by her testicles, to the floor and puts the book between her legs, then she stretches the sack and places it on top of the hardcover book. "Here," Olivia says, "I'm not your slave, you hold them." "Yes, ma'am," Bailey says as she holds her testicles on the book. The end of her sack still looks pink and warm from all the previous abuse, but her penis has become semi-hard at this point, probably from all the conversation. Olivia takes off her shoes and socks as she says, "Me first." Bailey looks pretty nervous or excited for what's coming next. It's kind of hard to tell. The horniest girl licks her lips and says, "Can I touch it while you do it? Just... you know? I didn't get much time earlier." Olivia shrugs and says, "Knock yourself out. But you gotta let go long before she cums. She only gets to cum from pain." <<img "bailey_cbt_trample.png">> The girl grins and nods as she stares at the penis. Then she crawls on all fours to it and starts stroking the member up and down. She uses a very light grip to avoid any chafing. But it seems to be for her more than Bailey: The girl just wants to explore it in her hands. Olivia hovers her foot above the testicles and lifts Bailey's chin with her finger. "I want to look at your face when I do this. It's more fun that way." "Yes, ma'am," she replies. Her face instantly blushes. The horniest girl says, "Ooh! It's getting hard already." "I'll bet," Olivia mutters. She taps her foot against her friend's hand to indicate that she needs to lift the penis up and out of the way so there's enough room to step on the scrotum. Then, Olivia places the ball of her toes on both testicles at once and moves her foot back and forth. The movement crushes and rolls the testicles against the book. The pain causes Bailey gasp and grab Olivia's ankle with her free hand. Olivia grins and in an almost motherly tone, says to Bailey, "You're OK." Bailey trembles and looks up at Olivia with puppy dog eyes, but then nods her head and slowly releases Olivia's ankle. Olivia continues pressing and rolling the testicles on the book and you watch Bailey's free hand turn into a claw and her face contort into a grimace. When she can't take the pain anymore, she lets out a slow groan that the other girls laugh at, even the prude. Olivia furrows her brow and looks down at her foot. "You slut, you leaked on me." When she lifts her foot off Bailey's testicles, Bailey slumps and starts panting. Then Olivia drags the pre-cum off her foot by brushing it against Bailey's sleeve. "Tch, that's gross. Who's next?" The horniest girl is too busy being enthralled by the penis to reply. She ignores the question and mentions how it's hard as a rock. Now that there's room to put it there, her face is an inch away from the penis, and she's running her fingers repeatedly down the veiny shaft like it's some sort of pet, then she sticks out her tongue and licks it on the side from the base to the tip. The tattooed girl bounces as she says, "Me, me, me!" After kicking off one shoe and leaving her sock on, she steps up to the book. Slowly, she lowers her foot onto the testicles. Olivia rolled her feet back and forth, but this girl is crushing them by applying force straight down. You watch her leg straighten as it crushes harder and harder and Bailey's groan becomes louder and louder. All the girls giggle except for the horniest. She's just staring and stroking at the penis, undeterred by the sticky pre-cum that continues to seep out onto her knuckles. Eventually the tattooed girl's knee buckles and she almost loses her balance. The round testicles are challenging to hold in place on the flat surface and the more force she applies, the likelier they are to slip out from under her, which is exactly what happens. Immediately after the girl's foot slips, Bailey squeezes her eyes closed, opens her mouth wide, and crunches forward as she grabs her testicles with both hands and caresses the one that slipped to relieve the pain. She opens her eyes and hisses through her teeth, looking at her torturers for some sympathy. That was clearly very painful for her, but the girls just laugh. The prude tries to hide it by covering her face with her mouth, but then she says, "Alright, that was pretty funny." Olivia smiles and says, "You should try. Come on, it's fun." "Ew, no. I don't want to get slime all over my feet." "Then just keep your shoes on," Olivia says. "Come on," she exhorts, "bet you could use your full weight." The prude glances side to side then her face lights up. "Yeah?" Bailey shakes her head and interrupts, "No, ma'am. I don't think I can handle that." Olivia furrows her brow and replies, "Well, have you tried it before?" "No, ma'am, but-" "- Look, Bailey," Olivia interrupts, "at first we thought you were fun but you're acting a really close minded and selfish right now." "Yeah," the prude pouts, "I didn't even get a chance to do it yet. I wanna try now, too." Olivia says, "You want to be our friend, right?" Everyone grins at Bailey until she fidgets and looks at the floor. With a frown on her face, she timidly nods. It's strange that the horniest girl is still stroking her and barely contributing to the conversation. Bailey doesn't seem to pay attention to her, yet it's obvious Bailey is enjoying it because she's fully erect and sticky pre-cum is completely coating the horniest girl's knuckles, a sign that she is extremely close to an orgasm. "Well," Olivia continues, "we don't hang out with unfair people. So if you want to be friends with us, you gotta show us you're fair. It's kind of fucked up that you let me do it and not her." "Yeah," the prude snorts, "come on. It's not a big deal." Bailey frowns and says, "But-" The tattooed girl rolls her eyes and says, "Seriously, you're being a pussy right now." The prude steps forward and kneels until she's eye level with Bailey. She smiles as she says, "Don't you want to be my friend?" Bailey's lip trembles and she glances at Olivia who smiles and nods back at her. She's starting to lose her erection. Bailey shrugs and nods at the prude at the same time. "Well?" Olivia asks. Bailey looks uncertain as she places her testicles back on the book. Olivia smiles and pats her on the back and the other girls cheer. Bailey gives a flickering smile from all the encouragement but Olivia stops the celebration early when she looks down at her penis and says, "Jesus, you're still stroking? You should have stopped that ages ago." The horniest girl pleads, "Please? Just 5 more minutes." "No," Olivia snaps, "she only gets to cum from pain." The horniest girl lets go and pouts then disrespectfully rubs her wet hand off on Bailey's carpet. She sits up straight suddenly and says, "Oh, what if I give her the world's worst blowjob?" Pointing at her teeth, she explains, "I'll only use my teeth." Olivia sneers and says, "OK, that's a good idea." She looks to the side then looks back. "Oh, and you should bite really hard if she cums." Bailey's eyes grow wide and she shakes her head so Olivia pats her back to reassure her. "Don't worry, not hard enough to make you bleed or anything, just to, like, stop your cum from coming out." Bailey says, "No-" But the horniest girl interrupts and says, "Yes!" Having just been given permission from Olivia, she jumps at the penis and nibbles on the head using only her teeth. You zoom in to inspect the girl's technique. Her head is turned sideways and her teeth are hooked under the ridge of the head. As she gnaws on it, she shifts her lower jaw each bite, ensuring that Bailey gets a different sensation each time. Bailey inhales deeply and sighs with a smile on her face. Evidently, it feels good enough to stop her protests. "That's good," Olivia says, "but keep your hands off it. Remember, she only gets to cum from pain." If this continues as planned, Olivia will certainly get her wish of a pain-only orgasm. The prude will be placing her full weight on Bailey's testicles and when - or if - she cums, the horniest girl plans to bite down hard enough to stop the flow. [[For Bailey's well-being, you decide to go to the dorms, break this up, and put everyone in their own rooms.->Office]] [[You still want to watch. Is Bailey capable of cumming from pain alone?->BaileyCbt6]]

The horniest girl's head partially obstructs the testicles so Olivia says, "Pull them out further." Bailey has to tighten her grip around the base to pull without letting them slip through. "There you go." She looks up at the prude and says, "Have fun!" "Ew," she replies. "They look so weird." She hovers her shoe over the testicles to block her own view of them, then giggles, "Much better." Her head tilts when she address Bailey. "Hey, maybe when I'm done it won't look so gross?" She smiles as she lowers her foot until her shoe is on them. Bailey starts to breathe extremely fast as she prepares for what's next and the prude giggles at the affect she's having. You notice a clear thread of liquid drip out of the horniest girl's mouth, but you're not sure if it's spit or pre-cum. The prude bends a bit and puts both hands on her knee that's under the testicle, then she pushes against her knee to put all her weight onto it. Bailey lets out a guttural moan, louder than any you've heard so far. She lifts her head back and starts shaking her legs while groaning louder and louder. Olivia claps as she cheers, "Yes! You're doing it!" You see the prude's other foot lift an inch off the ground and, for a moment, she's precariously balancing her body on one leg with her full weight on the testicles. Bailey cries in pain until the prude puts her foot back on the floor and when she steps off the scrotum she's showered with encouragement from the other girls. The sack looks flattened and there's a little dirt from where the shoe was, but what's most noticeable is the little triangle imprints from the shoe's tread marks. "That was awesome," the prude says. "Yeah," Olivia says. "Look at the marks!" The prude's eyes open wide when she looks at them then she smiles at Bailey. "See? I told you I'd make it look better." Olivia "oohs" as she runs her fingertip along the textured scrotum, then she looks at the horniest girl and says, "You wanna go?" But she's happy just where she is. She smiles while chewing on Bailey's tip, bites down, and shakes her head. "Nuh-uh." You see another drop of spit or pre-cum dribble out of her mouth as she shakes. Olivia faces the tattooed girl to ask her but the prude raises her hand and says, "Can I go again? I didn't get to go that long." Olivia looks at the tattooed girl to see if she's OK with the prude going again and the tattooed girl nods with excitement. "Are you kidding? Of course!" Olivia says, "Have a ball." The prude rolls her eyes and says, "Pft, dumb joke," as she aligns her shoe over the testicles. She lifts her arms to the sides and says, "Help me balance?" The tattooed girl stands behind the prude with her arms out, ready to support the prude if she's about to fall. "Thanks!" the prude says as she pushes off the testicles with her full weight. Bailey lifts her head back, howls, and grabs the shoe with both hands to lift it off her, but Olivia immediately grabs Bailey's hands and pins her arms behind her back. She laughs as she says, "No, no, no." Bailey grunts rhythmically for a few seconds, then lets out a loud groan. She starts screaming, "Please, ma'am. Please! I can't take it." But the sadistic girls just burst out laughing. The prude looks down and smiles at Bailey with glee, wobbling a bit, but never enough to fall. She does a great job of keeping her shoe centered on the testicles. Bailey pathetically screams for mercy but it just makes the girls laugh harder. Eventually, she bows her head and starts whimpering, then does something unexpected: She stops screaming and starts kissing the prude's leg. The girls pause for a moment to watch what Bailey's doing. Olivia smiles but shrugs. Even the horniest girl stops biting and turns to face the prude. You're barely able to hear something so you lean in and tilt your head to the speaker. It's Bailey: Each time she kisses the prude's leg, she's whispering, "Thank you." The prude finally laughs at Bailey and says, "You're a freak," and once she says that, the room starts laughing at her again. Bailey's legs start to shiver and she kisses the leg much more passionately. She lifts her head to the ceiling and groans, then with a shuddering voice whispers, "Yes!" The prude's eyes bug out and she points down. "Look!" It's a jet of milky semen that just shot out of Bailey and splattered onto her shoe. When the horniest girl notices, she panics, but sticks to the plan. She scrambles to put the tip of the orgasming member in her mouth and bites down on the head to prevent the passage of semen. Unfortunately, this blocks your view of the action. Bailey's eyes bug out and she screams as she jerks her hips back, but the prude's weight on her testicles holds Bailey in place. Her jumping back did nothing but stretch her scrotum. She jerks her shoulders to free her arms, but Olivia still has them securely pinned. The tattooed girl says, "Let me see, let me see," as she holds the horniest girl's hair back in a pony tail and inspects the shaft. She looks back at Olivia with a huge smile and describes what she sees over Bailey's screams. "It's throbbing, like this -" She sticks her hand out like she's holding onto a staff then pulse her fingers open and closed while she says, "- thump, thump... thump, thump..." Olivia asks the horniest girl, "Are you holding it in?" You see her head bob up and down to say yes and the girls stir with some excitement at Bailey's discomfort. Bailey's whole body slumps then trembles as her painful retrograde ejaculation comes to an end. She whimpers from the weight on her testicles and trembles as she leans in to kiss the leg some more. The prude squints and says, "I never said you could do that, you freak," as she pushes Bailey's head back with both hands. This causes the prude to lose her balance and step off the testicles. Bailey exhales loudly and slumps as the weight is removed from her scrotum. The triangle indents are even more pronounced than before and the top of her scrotum looks crushed and pale, but it immediately starts to regain its color. With that pain out of the way, Bailey's attention focuses on the teeth cinching her penis head. Her arms are still pinned behind her back but she looks down at the horniest girl's head and whimpers. Olivia says, "Wanna let go now?" The horniest girl shakes her head and says, "Nuh-uh," through her teeth, then slurps. "Come on," Olivia says, "let's see it." The girl loosens her jaw and thin threads of spit snap off her teeth as she pulls her head away. Bailey hisses and gasps in pain as the circulation returns. You can see the deep teeth marks all around Bailey's penis head. The center of each tooth mark is a bright red color. Olivia lets go of Bailey's arms to reach around her and feel the indents, oohing and ahhing as she rolls the head between her thumb and index finger. Bailey hisses again when her painful tip is massaged, but Olivia only remarks that the teeth marks are impressively deep. "Tch," the prude says, "you got your snot all over my shoes. Now I've gotta do laundry." Olivia says, "Don't forget to do mine while you're at it. You have to do all my chores for 2 weeks." "What? Why two?" "Because," she says, "you all lost the bet and that's one week. Then you all had fun with our new friend. That's another week." The prude curls her lip and yells at Bailey, "You stupid bitch. That wasn't... guh!" She makes a fist and punches her own thigh. "Some friend you are." Her nostrils flare as she stares. "Clean off my shoes right now." Bailey rapidly nods and says, "Yes, ma'am." She winces in pain as she gets up to grab a Kleenex. "No, bitch. With your mouth." Bailey hesitates, then says, "Yes, ma'am." It looks like the show's almost over. Do you want to watch this last part, or go back to your office? [[Go back to your office.->Office]] [[You should watch this until the end, just to make sure Bailey is safe.->BaileyCbt7]]

Olivia and the tattooed girl sit on the bed together and start a conversation whereas the horniest girl gets behind Bailey as she gets on all fours to lap up the semen that spilled on the prude's shoes. The prude crosses her arms and taps her other foot as Bailey runs her tongue along the white trail of sperm like a cat. "Come on," she says. "We've got other shit to do tonight you know." The task isn't easy because the sneakers have absorbed a lot of the sperm already. The horniest girl giggles and says, "Look, she's drooling out of her dick." "What?" Olivia asks as she and the other girl hop off the bed to get a better view. They all squat down to look at Bailey from behind. The tip of her penis has a thick string rhythmically dangling back and forth as she licks the shoe. "Wow," the horniest girl says. She lifts her palm up and tries to get the string to land on the tip of her finger, but it touches and sticks to the side of her index finger instead. Turning to Olivia and grinning, she makes an OK symbol with her free hand and moves it up and down. Then she points at herself and whispers, "Can I?" "Sure," Olivia replies. The girl mouths the word, "Thanks," then wraps the OK sign tightly around the base of Bailey's semi-hard shaft, causing her to let out a surprised groan, but she doesn't stop licking. As the girl slides her OK sign down the shaft and it extrudes thick semen into her palm. Olivia chuckles and says, "Hey Bailey, I hope you're hungry for more." The horniest girl opens her mouth wide with excitement. The prude glares at Bailey and gently kicks her shoulder then says, "That's obviously the best you can do, stop wasting my time." She sits on the bed and pouts while the other 3 continue to have fun. The horniest crawls over to Bailey's front and places her semen filled palm under Bailey's face. She obediently lowers her lips into the puddle of semen and starts slurping, but the horniest says, "Can you use only your tongue? It'll last longer." Bailey swallows and frowns, then says, "Yes, ma'am." The tattooed girl sits down on Bailey's back, watches her lick up the sticky puddle, then smiles at Olivia and asks, "What else should we do tonight?" Olivia stands up and kicks Bailey hard in the testicles, lifting her backside up a bit. She grunts as her penis slaps back and forth and a thin thread of semen oscillates from her penis. "I dunno..." She kicks Bailey again and she groans louder. She recently came, but her penis is starting to become hard again. "We could check up on Mia." "Pft," the tattooed girl replies, "you say that every night." At Bailey's front, the horniest girl jokes, "Lick slower, you're going to get a tummy ache." None of the other girls seem to be acknowledging that Bailey's being kicked full force in the testicles right now. Everyone but Bailey acts like this is some everyday, mundane event. She gets kicked again and the force pushes her face into the horniest girl's palm. It's as if she didn't notice when the horniest girl tilts her head and asks, "Does it taste bad? It smells bad." "Yes, ma'am." The horniest girl smiles ear to ear and nods. Apparently, that's the answer she wanted to hear. "Ooh," the girl says as she holds up her palm. "It couldn't have been that bad, you gobbled it all up." The tattooed girl stands up off of Bailey's back and says, "Come on. We're going to Mia's." The prude groans, "Mia's? Alright..." The girls mosey to the door and gossip as Bailey rushes to put her panties on and wipes off her face. Then she tries to follow them out the door, but the prude turns around and asks, "What are you doing?" Bailey points at the tattooed girl and says, "She said Mia's?" Olivia laughs, "She meant us, not you." Bailey frowns and looks at the floor. "Oh." The horniest girl laughs and says, "Don't worry, we're still friends," as she leaves the room and shuts the door behind her. Bailey slumps and kneels on the floor. She eyes her semen-glazed textbook and sighs. "Well, at least they're nicer than the girls at my school." [[Office]]

By this point of the night, the student dorms are locked from the outside and most of the girls are getting ready for bed. You sigh, resting your chin on your palm, as you slowly scan the cameras. Surely, something interesting has to be happening on one of these things, but you find nothing. At this point, you'd even settle for a student undressing, but you can't even find that. The bathroom has some people in it, maybe something exciting will happen there. Three girls have just finished up, but the restroom only has two sinks, so someone has to wait to wash their hands. That person is Bailey, who waits patiently behind Casey who is using the left sink. To her right, the other sink is used by Lucy. The three of them don't say a word to each other, in fact, they don't even look at each other because, like you, they're bored out of their minds. This is the same routine they've followed every day for weeks. When Casey finishes and leaves, Bailey takes Casey's place at the sink. The dull thunk of the door closing snaps Lucy out of her daydream. Brushing her hair back, she smiles at Bailey without looking directly at her, then steps closer to dry her hands at the paper towel dispenser that sits between the two sinks. Bailey looks Lucy up and down, smiles, then faces the wall in front of her. But when she returns to washing her hands, she looks very odd, like she's somehow forgotten how to complete the task. As Lucy dries off, she brushes her hair back again, using her hand to shield her eyes as she sneaks in a few quick glances at Bailey. Soon, Bailey finishes at the sink and needs to dry off her own hands, but Lucy's still in the way, so she waits in line. Lucy doesn't look behind her to take a peek at Bailey because that would be too obvious. You hear the rate of Lucy's breath increase, and she shuts her eyes for a moment. Bailey leans forward, like she's about to say something, but she touches her lips and hesitates. Her eyes dart about, then she leans in all the way and whispers something into Lucy's ear. Unfortunately, you're unable to hear the words, but you note how their hands graze together. Lucy opens her mouth and tilts her head away from Bailey, as if the breath in her ear tickles. When Lucy turns to face Bailey, you notice her ears are bright red. Lucy nods with a gigantic grin on her face, accepting whatever terms Bailey just presented. Pursing her lips, Bailey glances at the door then says, "Let's go to my room." She dries her hands off on her skirt, then pulls Lucy out of the restroom by her hand. [[Follow them into Bailey's room.->BaileyLucySex2]] [[You're not interested in what's going to happen next and decide to call it a night.->Office]]

Without bumping into anyone on the way, the two girls run through the halls straight for Bailey's room. When they get there, Bailey sits down on her bed, crosses her legs, and smiles at Lucy. Lucy's still standing by the door, with her arms crossed in front of her skirt, looking around to get accustomed to the place. "Come here," Bailey says with a welcoming smile as she waves Lucy over. After a couple of cautious steps, she stops in front of Bailey's knees. A few seconds pass before Bailey leans forward and taps Lucy's wrist to get her to move her arms out of the way. Lucy follows the suggestion by moving her fingers to the bottom of her skirt and pulling it taut in front of her. "You know what I meant," Bailey says with a grin. Blushing, Lucy releases the skirt and it falls flat against her thighs. Well, not completely flat: The center of the skirt has a large bulge sticking out of it. This is what Lucy was trying to hide with her arms. Bailey reaches her palm out toward the bulge then stops herself to look up and ask, "May I?" Lucy doesn't answer. Instead, she obscures her mouth with her hand and looks to the side. A moment passes, then she moves her hips toward Bailey's hand by an inch, just to let Bailey know it's OK. Turning her attention toward the bulge, Bailey leans in and caresses the tip of it with her fingers. She approaches it with the same curiosity and hesitation one would have with an unfamiliar dog or cat. At first, Bailey uses only her fingertips, like she's trying to get a sense of the penis head behind the skirt and panties. But, when Lucy nudges her hips toward Bailey, Bailey envelops her hand around the shaft, looks up, and smiles. Without giving it a single stroke, Bailey releases her grip and pinches the bottom of the skirt. "May I take a peek?" Lucy nods. Bailey lifts the skirt, looks surprised, then pulls it back down. "What?" Lucy asks. With a smirk, Bailey slides her hand between the skirt and panties. You can't really see what's she's doing, but her index finger pokes through the material of the skirt. When Bailey pulls her hand out again, she looks at her fingertip, smiles, then shows it to Lucy. There's a glistening spot. Lucy must be leaking through her panties. Just short of teasing, Bailey asks, "Already? We haven't even begun." [[Continue.->BaileyLucySex3]]\ <<chardetail "Lucy" "She went into Bailey's room and they fooled around.">>\ <<chardetail "Bailey" "She took Lucy into her room and they fooled around.">>

Before Lucy can even think about being embarrassed, Bailey slides off Lucy's panties and throws them to the side of the room. "Wait," Lucy says. "What about you?" "Ah, good point." When Bailey stands up, they both race to see who can take their clothes off first. Since Lucy's panties are already off, she wins this race, but Bailey isn't far behind. With the panties and skirt no longer obstructing your view, you zoom in on Lucy's penis. It's fat and a little stubby, and the tip is smeared with pre-cum. Her scrotum looks rather tight, perhaps an indication she's already close to orgasm, or it could simply be that she's cold from being naked. Both you and Lucy are disappointed to see Bailey's practically soft. Before Lucy can be personally offended, Bailey explains. "Don't worry. It's not you, it's me. See?" Bailey pinches her own nipple and her penis begins to stiffen. "I've just always... needed a little bit of this. I don't know why." After a few seconds of tweaks, Bailey's completely erect. Nipple in hand, Bailey takes a step forward and lays her shaft over Lucy's, completely eclipsing it. Bailey's penis is bigger in every way. You change the camera to get a side view of the frotting and watch Lucy's erection grow to the point where it tilts Bailey's penis up. Bailey giggles, and says "Why do you like it so much when we touch?" Without taking her eyes off of the scene below her, Lucy shrugs then says, "Well I like this because I can't even see my own peen." She bobs her penis, drifting her head up Bailey's sensitive underside, and when Lucy does it a second time, they both smile. "I guess it makes me feel more feminine?" Bailey nods. After a sigh, Lucy says, "I wish I was tiny like Tiffany." When Bailey wraps her hand around both penises at once and begins stroking, Lucy tilts her head back with a silly grin on her face. After a few moans from Lucy, Bailey stops and holds out her hand with her fingers spread. It's covered in pre-cum. [[Continue.->BaileyLucySex4]]

After some small talk, Bailey has Lucy transition to the bed on all fours, then asks her, "How flexible is your thing?" Lucy peers through her own legs with a puzzled look. "I mean, can you bend it back?" "Oh yeah," Lucy says. "I can do that. All the way." Bailey grabs the top of Lucy's shaft and slowly pulls it down and back until the penis is parallel with the floor. With her other hand, she pets the underside of the shaft like she's stroking a kitty. For a while, they don't say anything, so you just listen to their heavy breathing. The stroking coaxes out a sticky bead of pre-cum, and after a few more pets it drips onto Bailey's sheets. Bailey wraps her mouth around the head, and from the movement on the side of her cheeks, probably licks off any excess wetness, then makes a popping noise as she pulls back with her head. "Mm. Can I top?" Bailey asks. "Yes," Lucy whispers. "If you want to." Bailey spreads Lucy's cheeks and looks at the well used hole. Even without lube, Bailey might be able to pull this off. The entrance consists of four bumps that meet in the center, each large enough to kiss individually, if one desired. But Bailey's attention shifts to a very distinct seam that runs from Lucy's anus to her balls. It's a darker shade of color from the rest of Lucy's crotch and Bailey drags her fingernail down it. "Do you know you have this cute little happy trail here?" Lucy wiggles her butt and says, "That kinda tickles. But, yeah." Leaning in, Bailey glides her tongue up the trail (the opposite direction she took with her finger), then circles her tongue around Lucy's anus to lubricate it. As <<if $fp_puffy_anus>>the bumps are thoroughly<<else>>it's<</if>> bathed, Lucy half moans/half sighs, then Bailey pops the tip of her tongue in. She tries to go deep, but to your surprise there's too much resistance at first, so Bailey ends up giving it a wet kiss instead. After some time, the hole is loosened up enough for Bailey's tongue to go deep and she transitions to pushing her face into Lucy's bottom over and over again. When Lucy reaches back to touch herself, Bailey pauses to say, "Save yourself for later, kay?" "I won't cum yet," Lucy says without stopping. "Don't worry." As the rimjob continues, Bailey adds her thumbnail to the mix, using it to pet that //happy trail// she referred to earlier. She uses a light touch, and Lucy seems to enjoy it so much she takes her hand off her penis to avoid the risk of orgasm. Since Bailey's other hand is free, she uses it to play with Lucy's tight scrotum, feeling for the balls, and sliding them around with gentle squishes. You see a smile on the corner of Bailey's mouth when she hears the moans coming from Lucy, then she slips her tongue out of the hole and rests it flat against the surface. Lucy begins to wink, and her textured anus gives the tongue a gentle massage as if to thank it for the earlier penetration. Bailey giggles at the sensation, gives the hole a sloppy kiss, then one last deep tonguing before she pulls her head away. Bailey gets up to kneel on the edge of the bed, then asks, "Are you ready?" as she points her penis toward Lucy's anus. Before answering, Lucy reaches back to spread her own cheeks, then says, "Uh-huh." [[Continue.->BaileyLucySex5]] [[You decide to stop watching.->Office]]

Before she begins, Bailey taps the tip of her shaft on Lucy's hole, making a soft popping sound. Lucy prepares to take it by laying her torso flat on the bed with her legs spread out like a frog. Problem is, Bailey's not fully erect yet. She pinches her nipple and says, "Scratch me." After Lucy reaches back and claws Bailey's thigh, Bailey sighs like it's a relaxing sensation. When her penis grows, she looks down at the anus in front of her and drools on it, making it nice and shiny. Lucy certainly seems aroused, her scrotum's so tight, her testicles seem to be parted on the sides. <<img "bailey_lucy_doggystyle.png">> Bailey touches her penis head to the hole and gives it a little push. With a gasp, Lucy jabs her hips forward. The tip of the penis did make its way in, but not past the head, and when Lucy moved, Bailey slipped out. For a moment, Lucy has a tiny gape, but it immediately closes. "Sorry," they both say. On the second attempt, Bailey's shaft bends up slightly as it tries to push past the hole, but when Lucy backs up into it, two inches of the penis slip in all at once. The abrupt speed of it makes Lucy gasp again, this time with a higher pitch. It only takes a moment for Lucy to recover, and Bailey rubs her bottom and says, "Let's go slow." With rhythmic, slow thrusts, Bailey drives deeper. Despite Lucy's experience and her loose hole, the penis is a tight fit. Bailey remarks a few times on how tight it feels and each time she goes further than before, Lucy gasps or moans. Eventually, Bailey is able to get down to the base of her shaft, but it seems to cause Lucy some discomfort, so she just holds it there. When Bailey slides her penis back, the flesh around Lucy's anus clings to it and bulges out a bit. Bailey almost slides out all the way, but she leaves her head inside. Then she repeats the process and slowly thrusts her way down to the base. They both seems to sense that Lucy's loose enough now, so Bailey picks up speed. She doesn't go all the way in on every thrust, and she's not exactly going fast either, but given Bailey's size, it's impressive that Lucy can take it with so little warm up. Since Bailey has a much looser scrotum, her testicles swing on every thrust, sometimes patting against Lucy's taint when she's deep enough for them to reach. Going a little faster increases the volume of Lucy's moans. You suspect Bailey's hitting Lucy's prostate, because she's trickling pre-cum constantly. Before dropping to the sheets, the clear threads spin out of her tip and dance in the air like spiders silk. "If you go faster, I'll probably cum," Lucy whispers. "Do you want to go first?" "No," Bailey grunts. "You first. I want to feel you squeeze on me." [[Continue.->BaileyLucySex6]]\ <<chardetail "Lucy" "She was on the bottom when Bailey had sex with her.">>\ <<chardetail "Bailey" "She topped when she had sex with Lucy.">>

Bailey picks up speed, so much speed that Lucy's penis starts to bounce on every thrust. A thread of pre-cum whips back and forth like a lasso and eventually attaches to a part of Bailey's thigh, creating an upside down arch. You change the camera so you're looking behind Bailey and watch her buttocks muscles tighten on every thrust. When she pulls back, her cheeks spread and you get a glimpse of her tight anus while she's plunging into Lucy's loose one. Every once in a while you'll catch Bailey's anus wink. When Lucy can't take it anymore, she reaches between her legs and starts stroking herself. Each thrust of Bailey's body makes a heavy thud as it lands, and Lucy reacts by keeping her mouth open wide, like she's screaming but no sounds are coming out. She strokes herself so fast you can tell an orgasm is imminent. Lucy's breathing rate increases and you see a clear spurt shoot out of her and land directly on her own thigh. The look on Lucy's face makes you think her orgasm has begun, but nothing else comes out for a while. Finally, she cries and three clear spurts come out with the exact timing of Bailey's thrusts, as if the semen's being pounded out of her. Each time the semen shoots out of her body, Lucy's penis bobs up and pats against her soft stomach. You're unable to see the contractions of Lucy's anus, but it makes Bailey lift her chin up and bite her lip. When Lucy finishes her orgasm, her body slumps but she's kind enough to tell Bailey to keep going. You watch for a while and note that Lucy never gets soft. Eventually, she asks, "What do you need to finish?" "Umm, I dunno..." "It's OK, you can tell me," Lucy says. "How about, if you squeeze my balls?" <<if $fp_cbt>>[[Continue.->BaileyLucySex7]] <</if>>\ [[That sounds painful. You decide to stop watching.->Office]]

Reaching back between her legs, Lucy wraps her hand around the dangling scrotum and grips it near the base. The two testicles poke out near the bottom of her fist. "Like this?" "The, um, balls, too, maybe?" Lucy adjusts her hands until the testicles sit in her palm when she squeezes, and Bailey hums as she closes her eyes. "Better." From that point, whenever Bailey thrusts, her motion is limited by the length of her scrotum, given that she can't back up further than Lucy's arm will reach. In a way, this makes the sex more intimate, since Bailey has to stay close and their bodies are in constant contact. Through experimentation, Lucy discovers the harder she squeezes, the harder Bailey lunges, and at this time, Lucy seems to prefer a fast speed. After a few powerful blows, Bailey stops and groans. "Too hard," Lucy asks. Bailey doesn't reply, but it takes a while to continue pumping. Lucy's grip is pretty tight, you think, because scrotum skin pokes through the spaces between her fingers. She experiments again by kneading the testicles in her hand like exercise balls. On any other body part, this might feel like a deep massage, but on one's testicles, you imagine it would create a very intense and almost paralyzing ache. Lucy yanks the scrotum toward her and keeps it there, giving Bailey an even shorter leash to work with, and there's not much more Bailey can do besides grind her pelvis on Lucy's bottom. "Can you cum like this," Lucy asks. Bailey exhales like she's been holding her breath the whole time. "Maybe. I dunno." She wipes some sweat off her forehead. "Do you like the pulling or the squeezing?" With a chuckle, Bailey says, "Both." As she grinds away, her whole shaft is hidden inside Lucy. "OK then," Lucy says, "let me try something." She tries to flatten her body out on the bed, pulling the scrotum with her. As Bailey's testicles are tugged and squeezed, she lets out a long low groan. Lucy isn't able to lay flat on the bed, of course, but it's still impressive how much she's able to pull. The scrotum looks like Silly Putty stretched across Lucy's taint and balls and you can see the two where Lucy's testicles sit through Bailey's skin. Bailey's taint twitches and the scrotum tries to tug back against Lucy's hand. Lucy says, "I feel you pulling, is that good?" Again, Bailey doesn't answer. She continues to grind on Lucy's bottom, looking for any source of friction, then she says, "Squeeze me. Ugh." She puts her hand on Lucy's back for support. "No, I meant with your butt." "Oh, heh, sorry. OK." Through Bailey's taut scrotum skin, you see Lucy's taint twitch with a slow pattern, and Bailey closes her eyes like she's meditating. As Bailey grinds, you imagine Lucy's soft folds taking tender care of her shaft. Squishing it here, tickling it there, and giving general encouragement to bring her to orgasm. At the same time, Lucy's crushing the testicles and pulling on the sack to encourage Bailey to orgasm using a completely different method. It's too much for Bailey, and soon you watch her anus squeeze, like it's asking for a kiss. When she groans, Lucy lets out an almost child-like laugh of her own, then licks her teeth with glee. She must be able to feel the sperm flooding into her. In the middle of Bailey's orgasm, Lucy lets go of the scrotum, and Bailey puts both hands on Lucy's hips, and slams her back over and over again. They both moan, almost in unison, until Bailey hangs her head and slows to a complete stop. You find it interesting that her taint is still twitching even though she's not thrusting. [[Continue.->BaileyLucySex8]]\ <<chardetail "Lucy" "She pulled on Bailey's balls while they were having doggy style sex.">>\ <<chardetail "Bailey" "She had her balls pulled while she was having doggy style sex with Lucy.">>

When Bailey pulls out, she's semi-hard. After a sigh, she smiles at Lucy's direction, then says, "You can let it out, I've got another pair of sheets." It takes a while before anything is produced from Lucy's hole, but she pushes hard the whole time. Eventually, a bubbling white syrup spills from it and onto the sheets. "There we go," Bailey says as she wipes some of the mess off Lucy's scrotum with a clean part of the sheets. "Wow, that's a lot." "Yeah," Lucy says, "it felt great going in, too." They chit-chat for a while until Lucy says, "We should do this again some time." Bailey nods then says, "Totally." But for some reason, the casual nature of the night gives you a one-night stand feel from their interaction. They both put on their clothes and Lucy leaves to her room. When you check up on them before you leave your office, they're laying face up on their beds with the hands behind the heads, probably thinking about what just transpired, because they each have contemplative smiles. [[Office]]\ <<chardetail "Lucy" "She expelled a creampie on Bailey's sheets.">>\

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You scan the cameras at night and notice that Kira's room is empty. Scanning the other rooms, you wonder where she could be. At this time of night, it's not unusual for the students to visit each other, but the dormitories are locked so they can't get to other parts of the school. Therefore, she couldn't have wandered far. As you look at each camera, you notice lots of other empty rooms, but for some reason you can't explain, it feels like Kira is up to something interesting. Finally, you find her in Casey's room. Earlier, Kira was measuring Casey's feet in math class, but as far as you know, they don't normally hang out together in their free time. They both seem to be sitting on the same side of Casey's bed but there's a lot of space between them. You're not sure what they're talking about and it seems like you caught the middle or end of some sort of conversation between them. Kira says, "You don't have to. I just thought it might be nice." After pausing to look at the wall, Casey nods her head up and down. Kira lights up and says, "Yeah?" Again, Casey nods to confirm she wants to do whatever they're talking about, but she leans away from Kira, turns to face her, then asks, "Wait. Is this a trick?" Kira covers her mouth and laughs, but Casey's expression remains neutral. "Oh, you're serious?" Kira says with a furrowed brow. "No, it's not a trick. I-I just thought maybe it would be nice." Casey looks down and fidgets. "Well... Nobody's ever asked me to do it before. What do we do?" Kira laughs. "You don't have to overthink it. We could just, I dunno..." Kira scoots close to Casey and the bed creeks a little as she moves. She's a little on the chubby side. Casey stiffens her posture then scoots herself further away until her leg bangs into her nightstand. You're not sure if she even feels it. She stammers, "But, I... Did someone tell you to do this?" Kira stops scooting and says, "Why would someone put me up to this? What would they have to gain?" "I dunno!" Casey says. "Sorry... I'm just-" She rubs her sweaty palms off on her skirt. "-I'm not thinking straight. Promise not to tell anyone?" "Why?" Kira asks with a frown. "Because it's with me?" "No! Not that. God, not that at all. I- I just don't want anyone to know, OK?" Casey cringes as she explains. "Just like, girls aren't supposed to do this stuff, right?" There's a long pause before Kira says, "We don't have to do it. Do you want me to go?" For a moment, Casey's chin trembles, but then she sighs and flattens out her skirt. She doesn't answer the question, but she glances at Kira and you catch a smile flicker on her face. The look is brief and if you'd blinked, you might have missed it, but it instills Kira with enough confidence to scoot in closer and whisper, "I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to. Promise." Covering her face with both hands, Casey shakes her head, and starts groaning. Kira scoots in one last time and now they're side by side. Through her hands, Casey says, "Ugh! This is so... I dunno!" After a few seconds, Casey lowers her hands to her mouth and reveals her bright red face. She looks Kira up and down, then whispers, "Why are you so close? Is that normal?" Kira chuckles. "Well, we can't do it from across the room now, can we?" Casey shakes her head. She looks terrified. "Ready?" Instead of answering, Casey reaches across her own lap and hovers an arm above Kira's thigh. The hand's shaking, so Kira looks down, giggles, then says, "Jeez. And people say //I'm// awkward." Casey exhales forcefully, she winces her eyes closed, and says, "Shut up. Do it." "OK, here it goes!" then she places her palm into Casey's and makes their fingers interlock. Casey bounces her legs and when Kira whispers, "You're doing it," her legs bounce even faster. Wait, so, this whole build up was about holding hands? [[Continue->CaseyKiraDate2]]\ <<chardetail "Kira" "On cam, you watched a big buildup for her to hold Casey's hand.">>\ <<chardetail "Casey" "On cam, you watched a big buildup for her to hold Kira's hand.">>

After a few seconds, Casey inhales deeply and smiles. When she looks at their hands then scans up to Kira's face, it's probably the first time they've locked eyes since you started watching. Kira grins back at her and says, "Does it feel nice?" Casey bites her lower lip then looks away. She stops bouncing and starts swinging her legs back and forth. "I was so nervous." She looks down at her their hands and says, "Now I feel silly." "Yeah," Kira says. "I mean, -" She holds her leg out and looks at her foot. "- I already touched your foot in math class. What's the big deal?" "That's different!" "Why's that different?" Kira asks. "Because, it's just a foot. It was like a shoulder massage. Platonic, ya know?" Kira grins as she lifts their hands into view. "So... This isn't platonic?" "You're..." After blushing, Casey's forehead creases and she says, "Why are you so direct?" Kira shrugs and says, "I dunno." She thinks for a moment, then adds, "It's just easier to ask someone how they feel. If you guess, you might be wrong." Staring at Casey, she waits for a response to her previous question. With her free hand, Casey brushes her hair back and looks away like she's hoping Kira will change the topic, but Kira seems perfectly comfortable waiting for an answer. Eventually, Casey changes the topic on her own. She bows her head, looks at their hands, then whispers, "What do we do now?" Just then there's a knock on the door. Casey shoves Kira back to the other end of the bed, clears her throat, straightens her skirt, and says, "Come in!" Two students walk in and one of them says, "We're bored!" She sits down between Kira and Casey and asks, "What are you guys doing?" "Nothing!" they both say. Those two students couldn't have come at a worse time, but the intruders are so self absorbed, they don't realize they just interrupted an intimate moment. As the 4 of them chat, you notice Kira and Casey not-so-subtly exchange glances and smile at each other when they think the other two aren't looking. It's kind of cute, but you're annoyed that those other students ruined the mood. Hopefully you can catch the next time Kira and Casey hang out together. [[Office]]

There's only one laundromat in all of Saint Mary's college, and it happens to be in the student's dorms. This is convenient for them, as they can choose when to clean their clothes. Sometimes, students will bump into their teachers, strike up a casual conversation, and get to know each other better. Like all the rooms in the school, you have security cameras set up in the laundromat, but right now it's empty except for Casey. You catch her just as she's stuffing the last of her dirty clothes into a washer. As she spins to walk out the door, she abruptly stops and looks at something as if she's seen a ghost. It's a pair of panties hanging out of a washing machine door. Someone must have carelessly shut the washer and left without noticing one of their garments hanging out. With statuesque stillness, Casey stares at the panties as if they might attack her at any moment. Suddenly, she bolts toward the panties, yanks them out of the washer door, and pins them to her chest. Before deciding what to do next, she looks over her shoulder and checks if anyone's there. When she’s certain nobody is, she looks down at the panties, flips them inside out, and inspects them. Before she can get a good look, she flinches and eyes the exit, but just like before, nobody's there. She storms to her laundry basket, throws the panties in, and speed walks out the door, completely forgetting to start her own washer. [[Continue.->CaseyStealsPanties2]] [[You decide to go back to your office.->Office]]\ <<chardetail "Casey" "She stole a pair of panties from the laundromat.">>

When Casey gets to her room, she plops down on her bed with the panties in her hands. While licking her lips, she flips them over then brings them closer to her face. The panties are a lavender in color and look like they're made of silk. Casey rubs her thumb along the leg seam and cherishes the feeling. Her face lights up when she turns it over and looks at the crotch. There's a subtle, vertical stripe down the middle, a little lighter than the normal color of the panties. She brings the stain to her nose, almost touching it, then inhales a short breath. As soon as she smells it, she clutches the fabric to her chest, closes her eyes, and smiles. Her giddiness is almost contagious. It's like watching someone open a gift on Christmas morning. For a while, she only pets the fabric at her chest, but eventually, she brings it back up to her face and takes a much deeper whiff. On exhale, she sighs and falls back onto the bed without taking her eyes off the panties. After a few more trial sniffs, she drapes the panties on top of her face and keeps her arms by her side. Seconds pass where the only thing that moves is her diaphragm. She looks calm, like she's relaxing at a spa. Below her skirt, her fingers begin to caress her outer thighs. Gradually, her hands shift inward and slide up and down, but without sliding past her clothes. Keeping her hands between her legs, she rolls onto her stomach and smiles at the stolen garment laying on the bed sheets, mere inches from her face. Casey's fingers crawl under her skirt and soon you hear stirring noises and her breathing becomes heavy. Without touching them, she licks toward the panties, barely avoiding contact, then she grins and bites her lip, apparently pleased with her own boldness. In your mind, it would be much more exciting if she actually licked them, but maybe she'll work her way up to that. She lowers her face towards the panties and rubs her nose all over the stain. As she nuzzles the panties and pushes them on the sheets, her hands stir faster and faster. With a little tremble in her hips, she stops everything she's doing, and shimmies out of her panties and skirt. When they're tossed off the bed, her panties land inside out and you see a sliver of wetness down the center, with one side of the juice thicker than the other, like butter hastily smeared on a piece of toast. [[Continue.->CaseyStealsPanties3]]

She tucks her arm under her stomach and slides her slender middle finger just barely between her slit. The way she pets herself is unusual, like she's afraid she might hurt herself. But after a few tender strokes, her finger is coated with enough wetness and she pops the tip in with a sigh. As far as you can tell, she has no interest in going deeper, mainly because she finds ample stimulation from gyrating her hips against her hand. A few seconds pass before her face glows red, then she plants a soft kiss on the panty stain. As soon as her puckered lips make contact with the fabric, she arches her back and pumps her fingertip into her hole. She shivers, then slows down. Some time passes where she does nothing but rub herself and stare at the stain. Every two seconds, her fingertip slides out of her hole and makes a gentle popping noise. You don't need to see how wet she is, you can hear it. Making a point, she sticks out her tongue and lowers her head. Before she reaches the panties, she pauses like she's asking herself if she should continue, then, having made up her mind, she touches the tip of her tongue to the stain to sample it. She smacks her lips twice, the same way one would after waking up with a dry mouth in the morning, then a smile grows on her face and she says to herself, "Kinda sour." Apparently, it's more of an observation than a critique, because she immediately sticks her tongue out to give it another taste and flicks it on different parts of the stain, like a snake. After about five licks, she says, "Mm," then lays the top of her tongue flat on the material and drags upward with a long, drawn out lick. When her tongue pulls back, she closes her eyes and shudders. Her gyrations pick up speed as she savors the taste, and her breath trembles like she's cold. Just when you think she's going to climax, she lifts the panties to her face and pops them into her mouth. Before flopping her face on the bed, you hear a muffled scream, then her buttocks clenches so tight, it looks like she cramped up. A few seconds pass before you hear another deafened cry, then another. Even with her thighs crushing her hand, her middle finger finds a way to pump into her hole. Before her orgasm ends, she tilts her face up and you see tears in her eyes, an expression of joy mixed with regret. Casey's cheeks bulge out to contain the panties until she opens her mouth and pushes them out with her tongue. They fall on the bed, wrinkled and blotched with saliva. Her expression shifts to a frown but she continues to shake as the last few waves of her orgasm wash over her. She pushes the panties to the edge of the bed so she can rest her face on the sheets, then she breathes deep to recover. Although she's facing the panties, she's not looking at them. It's like she's looking through the wall in front of her. When her eyes finally focus on the purple underwear in front of her, she crinkles her nose and swipes them off the bed. She rolls on her back and stares at the ceiling for a while, thinking about what she's just done. Slowly, her eyes squint, then she covers her face with her palms and shakes her head as she groans. Her little tantrum is interrupted as she sits up and gasps. She nibbles on her fingernail and her eyes dart around, then she rushes to put on some clothes and runs back to the laundromat. Guess she just remembered she never started the washer. [[Office]]

When you started working with the Anonymous Benefactor, you would write stories at the end of the day to describe what transpired. Back then, things were tame, but when AB began requesting more perverted classes, you begged for cameras to be installed everywhere because you were terrified someone would escape without you noticing. AB was hesitant to the idea because if any of the footage leaked to the public, you and them would be in real trouble. You told them that a student escaping is a much higher risk than the footage being leaked, but they disagreed. After some negotiation, you convinced AB to install some closed-circuit television cameras without a record function. This way, you can at least take roll call in the mornings and nights to make sure nobody's escaped. Because they're closed circuit, only you will be able to watch them. Only you and AB know that they're installed. They're well hidden, and they're everywhere! For example, each dorm room has six cameras. This allows you to see any scene that unfolds in a room even if the students rearrange their furniture and block one of the cameras. You would have preferred to tell the teachers, but AB instructed you not to. In the end, you're glad you listened, because you often catch them doing interesting things that they probably wouldn't do if they knew you were watching. You unlock a door in your office that leads to the surveillance TVs. The room has another desk with two large, touch-screen monitors on it. It's about the size of a closet and it can't fit much more than that. The smaller monitor is off to the side and has a grid on it. Each cell of the grid shows a small video stream of what a camera is capturing. If you touch one of the cells on that grid, a large video of it shows up on the larger monitor and lets you hear the audio. The equipment is pretty high tech. You can drag your finger on the large monitor to change the angle of the camera and pinch and pull to zoom in and out, respectively. Plus, the way it captures audio is amazing. You can usually hear what people are saying even when they're whispering. Unfortunately, there's nothing interesting to be found on the TVs at this time. It's between classes and the students are walking through the halls to get to their next class. [[Office]]<<nobr>> <<set $camerasSetup to true>> <<if $fp_pee>> <<run $cameraPassagePool.push("KiraPee")>> <</if>> <<run $cameraPassagePool.push("OliviaBullies")>> <<run $cameraPassagePool.push("OliviaPantsing")>> <<run $cameraPassagePool.push("MonetAndDarwin")>> <</nobr>>

You turn your attention to the PE shower rooms to watch the class you just visited. Jessie has just gone through a large ordeal so you're particularly interested in how she'll react. She's bent over with one of her hands against the shower wall while the shower sprays on her back. A small group of showering students has gathered around her. The girls are usually very timid about their naked bodies and do whatever they can to avoid looking at each other when in the shower. You suppose those social norms relax somewhat when another girl is in pain and needs some support. One of the girls timidly asks, "Jessie? Are you OK?" She shakes her head but says, "I'll be fine. Mrs. Ball always picks on me so I'm used to it." Kira, the chubby girl, steps forward and asks, "Does it still hurt?" Without facing the girl or removing her hand from the wall, Jessie nods and sniffs. Kira reaches out like she's going to rub Jessie's back then stops herself. She asks, "Is there anything I can do to help? Or to make it feel better?" Jessie shakes her head without saying anything. After slowing reaching to Jessie's back, Kira starts rubbing and says, "I'm sorry I helped them." On hearing that, Jessie turns around and gives Kira a hug. Kira's body stiffens at first and she says, "oh!" Then she wraps her arms around Jessie and continues to rub her back. Jessie says, "It's not your fault. You were just doing what they told you." "Ooh," Jessie hisses through her teeth as she pushes Kira back a bit and starts rubbing her tender breast. Before averting her eyes, Kira looks down at it and blushes. "It hurts a lot. I shouldn't hug." They let go of each other. "Thanks Kira. You're sweet." Kira shuffles her feet and clears her throat. She looks at the floor and fidgets as she says, "If it feels good, I could rub your back while you shower?" You see Jessie smile for the first time. She laughs and blurts out, "You're weird," and the group joins in on the laughter. Kira frowns and starts to walk away, but Jessie says, "No wait. I meant... Nicer than normal. Yeah... That was rude, sorry." Kira faces Jessie and flickers a smile. She waits awkwardly for a reply to her question, but it takes Jessie a moment to realize it's still on the table. Jessie replies, "Oh... well..." Her eyes bounce around at the other students in the group. Jessie says, "Uh, maybe when... we're less naked?" "Yeah?" Kira says with some excitement. "OK!" She leaves the group to finish showering. You have a feeling Kira's expecting to be able to rub Jessie's back as soon as they're done but you're pretty sure that's not what Jessie meant. When she leaves, the rest of the group snickers but Jessie seems to be in a better mood than before. She stands up straight and smiles as she takes the rest of her shower. [[See what else is going on in the locker room.->OliviaStealsClothes]] [[Office]]<<chardetail "Kira" "She offered to give Jessie a back rub to make her feel better after her breast was tortured.">><<chardetail "Jessie" "Kira cheered her up in the showers after Jessie's breast was tortured.">>

On your surveillance cam, you watch Kira -- the chubbiest yet kindest student in your school -- enter a stall and sit down. She tears off pieces of toilet paper to line the rim of the toilet seat while bouncing up and down and saying, "I have to pee so bad." [[Continue watching.->KiraPee2]] [[Go back to your office.->Office]]

Kira rushes to pull down her panties and lifts her skirt as she sits down. From above, you can see her feet bounce as she waits to release her stream. You click on the toilet cam to get a close up view. Like the rest of her body, the vulva is nice and plump. She sits with her legs closed so you can't see anything between her two fat labia majora, but it's still a nice view. She sighs and a golden stream dribbles out of her. It makes a dripping sound as it spills into the bowl. After rubbing her inner thighs near the knees, she moans as a stream of urine shoots out in a strong jet. As you listen to the hissing sound of her stream, her hands migrate to her inner thighs and she spreads them just enough for her lips to part. It's nice and red inside her vagina and everything between her lips has this impression that it's slightly sticky. <<if $fp_peehole>>You'd love to be able to see her dilated pee hole, but the stream of urine blocks your view. <</if>> The stream dies down to a slow trickle and you change the camera to watch Kira's face. She looks relieved. With a smile on her face, she tears some toilet paper. You quickly change the camera back to watch her wipe up close. She lifts the side of her bottom, rubs the toilet paper from front to back between her lips, and drops it into the bowl. After repeating this two more times, a bit of toilet paper tears off between her inner lips and sticks on her skin. Fortunately for you, Kira notices this. She pulls her inner lip back and you get to see the piece is stuck on the inside of her labia majora. When she peels it back, you get to see how nice and red everything is on the inside. You even get a peek at her tiny clit, though her lips are so fat and puffy it's kind of hard to make out. She scrapes her nail across the toilet paper a few times before she is able to peel it off and flick it into the bowl. She yawns loudly, gets up, washes her hands, and leaves the restroom. You can see her head to her next class in the hallway cameras. [[Office]]<<chardetail "Kira" "You watched her pee on cam.">>

You check the dorms at night and catch something interesting: Luna, the large African-American trans girl is masturbating in the nude on top of her sheets. Her muscular calves dangle over the side of the bed as she tilts her head upward and strokes herself. Her technique is a little strange. She's circling her index finger around on just one spot on her shaft, right below her penis head. As you listen to her labored breathing you think about how you never would have thought of touching her that way. Her shaft is so large you've always just assumed she wants the whole thing stroked. Luna is notoriously difficult to bring to orgasm and you wonder if, using this technique on her, you'd be able to give her one. <<linkreplace "You zoom in on the camera to get a closer look at how she does it.">> Once the camera's zoomed in so far it barely fits more than Luna's finger, you can really get a sense for what she likes. Her finger barely brushes against her shaft. You can tell because the skin underneath her finger is not moving or wrinkling much and it glistens because Luna will occasionally stick her finger in her mouth to lubricate her favorite spot. Her large penis head very slowly expands then contracts, almost as if it's breathing. When it contracts, you notice little wrinkles that run down the head toward the base of the shaft. Those little wrinkles expand and disappear when the head does. After watching a while you notice she's extra diligent about avoiding the head itself. Her finger gets very close to it, but does not make contact. This might be because it's extra sensitive. Satisfied you've learned her technique, you zoom out. <</linkreplace>>\ It's a surprising contrast: Her penis is so large, yet she prefers to rub this one tiny spot when she masturbates. The nice thing about this is it lets you see almost every inch of the shaft since she's not blocking your view with her hand. Her taint twitches, her penis bobs, and she moans then whispers, "I'm close." You center the camera around her crotch so you get a nice show when it happens. But, rather than continue circling with her index finger, she lifts her legs back, curls her spine, and puts her knees by her ears. It looks like an incredibly uncomfortable position. Her neck's bent in a 90 degree angle as she lowers her hips to her mouth and actually sucks the tip of her penis. You had no idea Luna was this flexible. <<img "luna_autofellatio.png">> You change to another camera and zoom in on her lips. Her mouth is wrapped around just the head and her lips purse and pucker repeatedly. As she sucks, you see her taint pulsate. Her lips move even faster and she starts to moan. You zoom out a bit and notice how tight and wrinkled her scrotum looks. There's almost no slack in it. When she sucks at the same time she circles her finger on the shaft, it seems to put her over the edge. You hear her moan through her lips and her taint and anus begin to frantically twitch. It looks like her penis is trying to bob, but the suction Luna has on the head prevents it from moving too much. Luna whimpers as she sucks. For a moment, the penis slips out of her mouth and some semen spills down the corner of her cheek and her chin. She quickly wraps her mouth around her throbbing head to prevent it from making more of a mess. As she moans, the shaft slows and eventually stops bobbing. Luna uncurls her body and lowers her body to the bed. Zooming in on her face, you watch with interest as you wonder if she's going to swallow. It seems like an eternity as Luna just lays there with her eyes closed and a smile on her face. But then she wipes off the side of her chin and spits the semen into a bunch of tissue papers she prepared on the side of her pillow. You think, maybe you can teach her to swallow it later and then a whole series of dirty fantasies pop into your head. What if one of your students was wearing a strap on and had sex with Luna as she blows herself? What if you had a class where you taught students Luna's favorite spot? What if you did both at the same time? What if you put a gag on her after she came into her mouth so she couldn't spit it out? What if you had the other trans girls cum into her mouth before you put the gag on? You feel yourself getting warm. Unfortunately, Luna seems to be done for the night but you have a feeling you'll be fantasizing about these ideas when you go to bed. [[Office]]\ <<chardetail "Luna" "You watch her give herself oral sex on cam.">>

For once, you decide to check the cameras early in the morning. Most of the girls are still asleep, but you find Amy in Luna's room and they're both awake. Amy's back is to the door, and she looks a little worried. Perhaps it's because Luna towers over Amy like a giant. There's about 6 feet of distance between them, a lot of space for two people who have been so intimate together. You wonder if that's intentional on Luna's part. It might be an attempt to make Amy feel some sense of control. Luna says, "We have enough time, I think." They're both dressed, but without saying a word, Luna loosens her skirt and lets it slide down her thighs to the floor. Blushing, Amy bites down on her smile and stares at Luna's feet. Luna's underwear is so tightly packed, you can see the imprint of her penis and the way it rests over her large testicles. There's not nearly enough room in the panties, and when you angle the camera upward, you can see some of her scrotum peeking through each leg hole. Luna bends over to pull her panties down and when she stands up straight, her penis hangs between her legs. It's intimidating even when soft, and although Amy's had the whole thing inside her before, she can't help but be nervous at the sight. When Luna takes off her top and bra, she sits down on a chair, leans forward, and grins at Amy. Even though Luna's nude, she has this aura about her that makes Amy seem like the vulnerable one. "Come here," Luna says as she slaps the top of her thigh. Amy has a subtle smile on her face, but she shakes her head and refuses to make eye contact. She looks behind her at the door knob. Sensing Amy's apprehension, Luna leans back in her chair to look less intimidating. She holds out her arms like she wants a hug. "Come on, don't be scared." Without looking up, Amy shuffles forward and once she's within arm's reach, Luna starts to tickle her. As Amy squeals and squirms, you can't help but notice how the spread of Luna's fingers almost reach across Amy's stomach. To get away, Amy ducks and backs up, but Luna yanks Amy's arm and pulls her into a tight embrace. [[Continue.->LunaCumsInAmysPanties2]] [[You're not interested in watching them play.->Office]]

After shifting her hands to Amy's bottom to lock her in place, Luna looks down and asks, "You OK?" Amy just smiles then bows her head. "Yeah?" Some time passes, and Amy becomes comfortable enough to talk about her day. Most of it isn't very interesting, but Amy admits she missed Luna, and for the rest of the time she listens, Luna has a silly grin on her face. Something you find rather strange is how Luna is subtly molesting Amy's bottom as she talks, but Amy either doesn't mind or doesn't notice. It's like Amy's completely absorbed in the story she's telling, like she's been waiting all day to have someone listen to it. But the whole time she speaks, one of Luna's pinky fingers traces Amy's crack by slowly sliding up and down. As time progresses, Luna slides her pinky in deeper, pushing the material between Amy's crack. After a few more minutes, Luna tries to slide her hand under Amy's skirt, but Amy squirms and pushes Luna's hand back down. "What's wrong?" Luna asks. A frown flickers on Amy's face, then she says, "I dunno... I don't want you to see me naked." "Oh..." Luna's eyes bounce down then up. "'Cause I went too fast?" Amy shakes her head. "Do you want me to let you go?" Amy shakes her head even harder. "Oh.... Well, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. But, is something wrong?" "Someone... someone made fun of me today." [[Continue.->LunaCumsInAmysPanties3]]\ <<chardetail "Amy" "She's insecure about the size of her breasts">>

Luna furrows her brow and says, "Who? Who did that?" "I don't want to say." After taking a deep breath with closed eyes, Luna says, "Well, what did they say?" For a second or two, Amy looks away with her lips puckered. "They said..." She looks into Luna's eyes and pouts. "They said I had small boobs." Luna chuckles. "You say that like it's a bad thing." On hearing that, Amy stomps on the ground and pushes Luna's shoulders, but Luna doesn't let go of Amy's bottom. "It is a bad thing! She was making fun of me." To avoid hurting Amy's feelings, Luna tries to hide her smile, but she doesn't do a very good job. "Well, do you like this girl?" Luna asks. "No." "I meant as a friend." "I know," Amy says. "Well, you know I like you just the way you are, right? In fact, if I had unlimited wishes, I wouldn't change anything about you. Does that make you feel better?" After thinking about it for a while, Amy shakes her head. Luna forces Amy to look at her, then says, "So you care more about what she says? You don't even like her." Amy frowns then sighs. "You're right, but, it- it still hurt my feelings." Luna looks down and smiles at Amy. When she taps her own nose twice, Amy lifts her chin to give Luna an Eskimo kiss. That seems to cheer Amy up a bit, but she begins fidgeting with her fingers and says, "Um, but, can I still keep my clothes on? Just this time?" With a warm smile, Luna rests her forehead on Amy's then says, "I'll wait 1000 days if you want." Amy pushes on Luna's shoulder and says, "Shut up... So sappy." Luna's so strong, the shoulder push doesn't even move her. After an inward look, Amy cheers up. Her shoulders relax and she looks down at Luna's leg, then with a mischievous grin, gives one of Luna's quadriceps a squish with both hands. Without letting go of the thigh, she looks up at Luna apprehensively. When Luna says, "You can touch," Amy giggles and lets go of all inhibition. She squeezes again, then she slides her palm down the back of Luna's leg and feels the muscular calf. It's not long before Amy's overwhelmed with possibilities. She glides her fingertips over Luna's abs as she reaches for a bicep. "Here," Luna says as she stands up and pushes the chair far behind her. She poses like superman and welcomes Amy to touch anything she wants. [[Continue.->LunaCumsInAmysPanties4]] [[You decide to check up on them later, when something more interesting is happening.->LunaCumsInAmysPanties6]]

Before taking advantage of the situation, Amy picks the skirt out from between her buttocks, then she gives each of Luna's forearms a squeeze. First the left, then the right. With her fingertip, Amy follows a large vein, smiles, then steps behind Luna and giggles. "Can I touch your butt?" Luna nods and Amy pats it with her fingertips then giggles again. To encourage Amy's exploration, Luna looks straight ahead at the door, like she's pretending to be a statue. Amy approaches Luna's bottom like she's about to pounce on it, and grabs a cheek with two claw-shaped hands. Because Luna's flexing, Amy's fingers barely make a dent. Amy's mouth goes slack and she looks up to see if Luna's watching, but she's not. Luna begins flexing her buttocks. The muscles on the outside of Luna's buttocks bulge out and expand over Amy's hand like they're dancing, and Amy's so surprised, she releases the cheeks and takes a step back. When she gets over the initial shock, her eyes dart around so she can enjoy the display in front of her. Once it seems like Luna has flexed every muscle in isolation, she closes her legs and bends down like a ballet dancer to touch her toes. Although Luna's crack opens a bit, it's not wide enough to see her anus, and her testicles and penis are in front of her legs, completely hidden from view. "Wow," Amy says. "You're really good at stretching." Luna doesn't reply, but she doesn't move either and Amy soon realizes Luna's presenting herself to be touched. Amy steps forward to feel a sculpted calf, runs her hand up the back of the thigh, and circles her palm on Luna's bottom. After a few playful spanks (more like taps, really), Luna raises herself into a standing position with a motion so slow and fluid, it reminds you of a swan. [[Continue.->LunaCumsInAmysPanties5]]\ <<chardetail "Amy" "She worshipped Luna's muscles.">>\ <<chardetail "Luna" "She let Amy worship her muscles.">>

When Luna turns around to face Amy, her penis sways before stopping. It seems to have grown a little, but it's mostly soft. That said, it's still an intimidating 7 inches or so. Luna puts herself back into a flexing superman pose, but this time Amy's face is much closer to the shaft. You'd bet that Luna can feel Amy's warm breath on it. It seems like Luna wants Amy to touch it, but Amy doesn't take the bait. Instead, she takes a step back and runs her fingers down Luna's abs and stops at the bottom. To either side of the abs, there's a well-defined seam joining Luna's legs and crotch together. This seam starts at the top of the hips and curves inward, framing Luna's groin like the elastic of a bikini bottom would. When this crease catches Amy's eye, she licks her lips as she raises her index finger. You think she's about to trace it, but her approach is so slow, she may change her mind. Eventually, she places her finger on the top of the crease with a gentle touch, and follows the line down, periodically stealing glances upward, as if to make sure she won't be scolded for touching such a private area. When her finger is halfway down the path, Luna's penis bobs. You see the head expand a bit, all the little creases flatten out, and you think Amy sees it too, because she stops moving her finger for a while until it shrinks back to its previous size. When Amy continues, Luna bites her lip, looks upward, then exhales through her nose. It's like she's trying to suppress any indication she's enjoying this, but her penis continues to firm up. You wonder if Amy's slow pace is frustrating her. If Amy were to follow the crease all the way down, her hand would graze Luna's penis along the way, but Amy once again stops all movement to look at Luna's growing erection. There doesn't seem to be any malice or sadism behind Amy's actions. It comes from pure innocence on her part, and you suspect she may not even be able to read Luna's signals or she may be too shy to touch it. When Amy lifts up her hand and starts tracing the top of the other line with her fingertip, Luna can't take it anymore. She grabs Amy's hand and guides it toward her penis. She doesn't actually make Amy grab it. However, she's so close to touching it, if one of her fingers were to twitch, it'd probably make contact. [[Continue.->LunaCumsInAmysPanties6]]

<<if not hasVisited("LunaCumsInAmysPanties4")>>\ It seems as if you checked up on the students at the perfect time. Amy's standing in front of Luna, and Luna seems to be holding onto Amy's wrist, forcing Amy to give her a hand job. But, on closer inspection, you're a bit confused. Amy's not actually touching Luna's penis at all. It's just that her hand is very close to touching it. <</if>>\ Amy glances up with a look of confusion on her face and when Luna sees it, her smile wavers and she releases Amy's hand. After shaking her head, Luna says, "Sorry. I shouldn't have done that." After withdrawing her arm, Amy covers her mouth and looks around the room, and for a moment, she looks sad. After a hard swallow, she looks up and says, "Will you teach me? I don't know how." Luna bites her lip and immediately grows hard. "You want me to teach you?" With pouty lips, Amy nods rapidly. "When you had the mask on, was that your first time?" Amy's head jerks back before saying, "Is that bad?" "No, no, no. I just didn't know that." She smiles and says, "It's good. How about you try on your own, but I'll guide you along the way?" With a frown, Amy says, "But, what if you don't like it?" "I'll love it." She grabs Amy's face with both hands and repeats. "I'll love it. And, it's adorable that I get to watch you learn. I can't wait to teach you." [[Continue.->LunaCumsInAmysPanties7]]

Still apprehensive, Amy makes a C shape with her hand and reaches for the member without making contact. Her thumb is near the underside and her other four fingers are near the top. "Like this?" she asks while looking up. Before she can answer, Luna's penis bounces and hits the four fingers. Amy pulls her hand back and asks, "Are you making it do that, or does it do it by itself?" "It depends," Luna says. "Sometimes I can't help it though. When it feels really good." "Hm." Amy returns her hand to where it was. She pauses for a moment to see if it'll bounce again, but it doesn't, and then she slowly makes contact with all of her fingers at once. Her grip is a little awkward: Her fingertips are right in the middle of the shaft instead of wrapped around it. When she looks up, Luna's biting her lip. "And then I move it back and forth, right?" "You can do whatever you want. I just want to watch you play." Amy squints before giving the shaft a long, slow stroke with her crescent shaped hand and Luna releases a heavy sigh like she's been waiting for hours for this moment. Halfway through the stroke, Luna's penis bobs again and Amy retracts her hand. "Was that one on purpose?" Luna shrugs. "Sometimes I can't even tell. Does it bother you?" "No, but... It's weird." Instead of continuing to stroke, she pinches the sides of Luna's shaft, like she's trying to minimize contact, and lifts it up, exposing the underside. Perhaps she's afraid she would hurt Luna if she grabs too hard. "This is the best part right? Can I touch it or is it too soon?" "Why don't you find out?" Slowly, Amy gives the underside a gentle, downward pet, as if she's stroking a skittish kitten. When Luna doesn't complain, Amy gives it another pet, then another, then another. She uses the middle three fingers of her hand, and the caress looks so light it may even tickle. But, this small amount of contact is enough to make Luna's hole shine with pre-cum. Though, Amy hasn't noticed this yet. When Amy squeezes the balls, Luna clears her throat and gives her first correction. "Those are very sensitive, so be gentle with them." "Oh, sorry." Amy frowns and lets go of the scrotum completely. When she's about to move onto something else, Luna says, "You could still touch them though. It feels nice if you use a light touch." [[Continue.->LunaCumsInAmysPanties8]]\ <<chardetail "Amy" "Amy learned what Luna likes, sexually.">>\ <<chardetail "Luna" "Luna gave Amy a lesson on how Luna likes being touched.">>

With a smile on her face, Amy gives a little nod, presses the palm of her hand against the underside of the penis to pin it in place, then fondles the scrotum skin with her other hand. "Here," Luna says as she holds her penis up by wrapping her fist around the middle. With both of her hands free, Amy presses the heels of her palms together and cradles a single testicle in place with her fingertips. Then, Amy lowers her hands, fingers running along the surface of the orb until they meet at the bottom. "Mm, that's really good. I don't think anyone's ever done that to me." "Really? I can do more." When Luna nods, Amy traces the other testicle. The left one hangs a little lower than the right, and, just like her penis, they're much larger than average. Amy furrows her brow, looks up, and says, "They're moving." By now, Luna's eyes have closed so she can focus on the sensation, but Amy decides to keep massaging. It takes you a second to realize what Amy was talking about: The sack is tightening up and lifting the testicles closer to Luna's groin. Before long, the skin becomes taut, and, because the testicles are no longer dangling, it's impossible to massage them with the same tenderness Amy had used before. Amy stops everything and stares at the back of her hand. "What is it," Luna asks. With a huge grin and a gleam in her eye, Amy lifts her arm up so Luna can see. Luna speaks like a mom who's just seen her child's report card. "Oh, good job!" When Amy lowers her hand to look at it again, you can see what they've been talking about. Some pre-cum has dripped onto Amy's hand. Her eyes dart about as looks at it for a few seconds, then she wipes it off on her skirt. Luna's hand is still wrapped around her shaft, but Amy pries the fingers off and asks, "Can I touch it again?" The question is rhetorical, and Luna's happy to let Amy take over. Amy wraps both hands around the shaft, one in front of the other, like it's a long sandwich and she's about to take a bite. It's so thick and Amy's hands are so tiny, her fingers and thumb barely meet. To start, she begins pumping both hands in unison. Her grip is probably too tight, because when she pulls towards her face, the penis skin in front of her fists bunches up. That's when Luna gives her second correction: For Amy to spit on her palms and use a lighter touch. [[Continue.->LunaCumsInAmysPanties9]]

As Amy strokes, she seems enthralled by the penis head, but she intermittently glances up to see an encouraging look on Luna's face. "It's so soft," Amy whispers. "The skin, I mean." Without stopping, she looks up and says, "Are they always this soft?" Luna shrugs. "You only drip when it feels good, right?" "Uh-huh." "Good. That means that earlier-" Amy gasps. Her gentle strokes have encouraged another drop of pre-cum out. It drips on the floor. Her eyes follow the drop all the way down, then she looks up into Luna's eyes, smiles, and stares for a moment. Without completing her sentence, she continues tugging again. But this time, she seems more interested in watching Luna's reactions than asking questions. Keeping her eyes glued on Luna's, she moves her front hand closer to the shaft's head so the next drop will drip on it. Eventually, Luna closes her eyes, but Amy keeps looking to read her body language, trying to decipher the speed and sensations that are the most pleasurable. After another sticky bead rolls across her finger, Amy suddenly realizes how uncomfortable Luna looks. She's standing with her knees bent and her hips jutting out. "Do you want to lay on the bed," Amy asks. When Luna opens her eyes, she says, "Huh? Oh, sure." She lays down on her back with her legs spread to the corners and Amy sits between them with her legs crossed. Amy leans forward to pump the shaft up and down with both hands. "Can I tell you a secret," Amy asks. "Mm. Mm-hmm." Whispering, Amy says, "I like when you leak." "I can tell," Luna says with a chuckle. She sighs, and for a moment, her penis seems to grow even longer and harder and the head expands like a mushroom. Amy pauses to watch, but when the penis goes back to its previous shape, she purses her mouth. "Luna?" "Yes?" "Can I rub myself, too?" "Of course." [[Continue.->LunaCumsInAmysPanties10]]\ <<chardetail "Amy" "She likes when Luna 'leaks' from her penis.">>\

Amy fondles herself by rubbing her hand on top of her skirt. She leaves one hand on Luna's shaft, and even though there's plenty of room to slide her fist up and down, she only moves about an inch in either direction. This is probably due to inexperience, but fortunately, she seems to be hitting a pleasurable spot, and Luna doesn't correct it. As Amy analyzes the underside of the shaft, she licks her lips, and the closer she moves her face, the faster she rubs herself. Luna's already closed her eyes so she can concentrate on the sensations. She whispers, "Rub yourself on me... You can keep your clothes on." Apparently, Amy thinks that's a great idea, because she straddles Luna's hips with a grin on her face. You can't really see the action, but you can tell that the penis is under the skirt but over the panties. This may be the first time Amy's ever tried the cowgirl position. At first, she puts her hands on Luna's chest and kneads her breasts, grinding against the underside of the penis in an uncoordinated manner. But, Amy soon realizes it's better if she places her palm over the top of her skirt to pin the penis down through the other side, because when the shaft's held in place, Amy has better control over the friction. You can't see much, but you can tell she's dragging her hips back and forth across the shaft. Luna whispers, "That feels great. I wish I could see what you're doing." Amy stops, bites her nail, and thinks about that. "Well, if I keep my panties on, I'm still wearing clothes, right?" "Uh huh," Luna says. Amy tilts her chin down and to the side, then looks at Luna with a coy expression. She pinches the top of her skirt and lifts it up. At first, Luna looks into Amy's eyes to make sure she's comfortable, but Amy's smiling down with a strange look of pride on her face. "That's nice," Luna whispers. "Can I see what you were doing earlier?" Amy begins gyrating back and forth. Her panties are rather thin and her labia majora are extremely puffy, so when she grinds, her two squishy lips part and look like they're giving a sideways kiss to the shaft. Luna reaches toward a smushed lip and runs her finger up it, creating a little dent as she swipes. "That's like, the softest thing I've ever felt. Thank you for showing me." Amy doesn't lower her skirt just yet, and as she continues to grind, Luna gently feels the other lip. You can see Amy's being affected by all the fondling through her panties, but she doesn't want to hold her skirt up anymore because it feels much better when she holds the shaft down. So, without trying to make a big deal about it, Amy stands up, takes off her skirt, and sits back down on the shaft. Luna seems to have the social awareness to avoid mentioning it, too. They both sigh in unison and after a few seconds, a clear drop of pre-cum beads at Luna's head and slowly crawls down the shaft, leaving a shiny trail behind, like a vertical stripe dividing the penis into two sides. Amy watches with interest, but she doesn't raise her hips to meet the dribble, she waits for it to come to her. When it finally runs down to her crotch, she gyrates on it enthusiastically, spreading the juice all over the shaft and her underwear. These gyrations produce another ribbon of pre-cum. Luna's eyes are shut so tight you see creases at the corners, and her breathing indicates she may be trying to hold back an orgasm, but Amy seems too absorbed in her own task to notice. Every minute or so, another thick ribbon of pre-cum slowly spills down the shaft. Over time, the liquid turns Amy's underwear into a blotchy, transparent mesh. Now you can clearly see her plump lips hugging either side of the shaft as she bucks her hips into it, and when she grinds her way down the pole, her clit hood pulls back so all the sensation is directly applied to the little nub. With a heavy breath, Luna says, "Slower." Amy furrows her brow as she abides. "Does it hurt?" "No," Luna says with a grin. Her eyes are still closed. "It feels too good." [[Continue.->LunaCumsInAmysPanties11]]\ <<chardetail "Amy" "She used her panties to give Luna a panty job.">>\ <<chardetail "Luna" "Amy gave her a panty job.">>

Amy looks down at her crotch again and blushes. She seems proud of herself, but a little uncertain of what she should be doing next. While she thinks, she pauses all movement, and you can tell Luna's getting restless. Eventually, Amy slips her hand behind her panties then presses the shaft down with her palm, sandwiching the material between her hand on one side and the penis on the other. She repeatedly runs her fingers up the material, giving Luna a nice hand job through the panties, and whenever a new bead of pre-cum forms on the tip, Amy pulls her panties over the head to absorb it. For some reason, you're reminded of a busy bee going around to collect pollen from some flowers. Before long, Amy's panties are completely sheer and sticky. She removes her hand to see how the underwear fits around her tiny frame. To you, it looks like she just got out of the pool while wearing her panties. The elastic seems stretched and there's a large air pocket in the front. When she notices the bubble, she seems a little embarrassed by the appearance, so she presses against it. Each time she pushes against the bubble, it skitters away from her fingers. And, although you believe her intentions started innocently, she seems to awaken to the realization of just how turned on she is. After a few feeble whimpers, she looks up and says, "Can you leak inside my panties, too?" Luna cocks her head and furrows her brow. You're not sure if she understands the question, but when she nods anyway, Amy bounces on Luna's hips. When she gets over the initial excitement, Amy pulls her panties aside, lays the penis over her slit, then pulls her panties back on top of the penis. Amy jokes about how it looks like the penis has been tucked into bed for the night. The panties are so small, only the top half of Luna's penis is contained within it. Amy pulls the top of her panties down to hold the penis in place by the elastic, then she says, "Peek a-boo." From Luna's squinting, you can tell she's not amused, but she quickly gets over it when Amy begins tickling the cleft of the glans and baby talks to it. After a while, Amy decides she needs some stimulation of her own, so she wiggles her hips until her labia are once again 'kissing' the shaft, but, unlike last time, it's now skin on skin contact. She slides up and down the shaft a few times until another drop of pre-cum is squeezed out of the tip, then she holds the elastic out to make room for it to run down to her crotch. As the pre-cum dribbles down, she shifts to ensure it'll drip right onto her clit, and once it makes contact, she sighs and gyrates against it. When Luna holds up her palm and says, "Too fast. You're going to make me cum," Amy bites her lip and tries to control herself. There's already some fresh pre-cum forming, and her eyes gleam as she stares at it. Amy's thin juices have completely soaked the bottom half of Luna's penis. Some of the juices have even collected in a little puddle on top of Luna's scrotum. "But, a whole bunch comes out if I keep going, right?" Luna grunts. "Yeah, but I want you to cum first." "Why?" "Because I may not be able to go a second time." Amy dabs the penis head, connecting a bead to her fingertip, and lifts her hand so it stretches out like a thread of silk. Her eyes cross as she looks at it and shudders. She snaps the elastic over the top of the penis and gyrates on it even faster than before. When Luna opens her eyes, she looks confused and shakes her head. Amy whispers, "It's OK. I wanna watch you finish."